Feeling his fingers through the fabric, Luo Xiaoqian almost couldn’t stand upright.
His passion was just like in her dream, domineering and searing hot.
She instinctively stepped back, her waist bumping right into the piano behind her, but Leng Zimo closed in on her again. Now that she had something to lean on, his palm grew even bolder, moving from behind her, sweeping past her side waist, and all the way up.
...
...
Kissed like this, completely shrouded in his breath, Luo Xiaoqian could no longer think. Her whole body went limp, without a trace of strength. Her fingers slipped from his shirt, fell onto the strings, and pressed out a sudden, jarring note.
The sound came so abruptly it startled them both.
Leng Zimo snapped back to himself and finally noticed how out of control he’d been.
He’d only meant to give her a passionate kiss, to see if it would help with her memory, but...
What the hell had he done?!
The strap of Luo Xiaoqian’s dress had long since been tugged by him from her shoulder down to her arm, half of her shoulder completely exposed. Her hair had been mussed by his hands, her lips already swollen red from his kisses, and he’d even pushed her dress up to her thighs so far that the little garment underneath was already showing.
She hurriedly yanked the hem of her dress down and pulled the strap back onto her shoulder. Luo Xiaoqian kept her face lowered, panting, not daring to look at him.
"I...I’m going back first..."
Bracing herself on the piano, she straightened up and turned to leave, but Leng Zimo lifted a hand and caught her wrist. "Xiao Qian..."
Luo Xiaoqian rushed to speak. "Not now, what if...someone finds out..."
She said, "Not now."
That meant she wasn’t rejecting his intimacy.
That alone made Leng Zimo very happy.
He let out a low chuckle. "I just want to help you straighten up a bit."
Luo Xiaoqian froze on the spot. This time not only her face, even the tips of her ears turned red.
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