Shen Wei had been restraining himself for too long. In the perfect silence, he couldn’t help letting go for once. Lying there with Zhao Yunlan so tantalizingly near, his thoughts spun out of control. It was overwhelming. He imagined gathering that warm body close, pressing kisses to those eyes, that hair, those lips…tasting and partaking of every part. He imagined possessing Zhao Yunlan utterly. The fantasy alone was enough to make Shen Wei’s breathing unsteady. He yearned with the desperate fervor of someone dreaming of hot soup as they froze to death.
Oh my god......
