Qin Wan's breath halted.
She was trapped between the man and the desk, completely incapable of resistance.
All she could do was endure his kisses and seduction.
The intense sensory stimulation in the enclosed study was amplified several times over.
The man beneath her kept reminding her of his desire for her.
Wherever his large hand touched, it was as though he had lit a fire, determined not to stop until she was reduced to ashes.
"Wanwan."
When the man's fingers reached her most sensitive area.
Qin Wan almost went mad.
Her body trembled violently.
Her brain, robbed of all rational thought by his ministrations, regained a trace of lucidity, and she struggled frantically with all her might.
"Mu Shaochen, stop."
"Alright."
The man's searing long fingers withdrew from beneath her nightgown, his dark eyes fixating on her, his voice hoarse and severe.
He spoke deliberately, each word landing heavily on her heart, "How was my performance just now, hmm?"
Qin Wan, "..."
