Shi Yu’s gaze was cold and piercing as he looked down at her and then took long strides towards the car.
How could a man, whose fire is about to burst through his veins from the stirring, care about anything else?
After Shen Cheng was hoisted into the back seat, before she could even speak, his burning hot body was already pressing down on her.
The frenzied kisses, impatient and relentless, showered her forehead, the bridge of her nose, her lips.
Then trailing down towards her neck and collarbone, lingering with no intention of stopping.
Shen Cheng’s body felt like it was on fire, so scorchingly hot that she couldn’t bear it herself.
Her soft moaning instantly ignited the desire that Shi Yu had momentarily suppressed in his body.
His breathing grew heavier as he recaptured her lips, prying them apart and entering dominantly.
Shen Cheng involuntarily lifted her arms to wrap around his neck, slightly tilting her delicate chin up to meet his kiss.
Her kissing skills were clumsy, her movements inexperienced—any man could tell she was untutored in love.
Shi Yu encircled her waist with one hand, the other running through her long hair to cradle the back of her head, gently lifting it.
"Mmm! Not in the car..."
Shen Cheng’s reason finally regained some ground as she pushed against his chest with her hands, turning her face away to avoid his seeking kisses.
Her soft voice was like an aphrodisiac potion, instantly provoking a burning desire in the man above her.
Shi Yu’s gaze burned bright as he lowered his head and captured her red lips once again, forcing her to entwine with him.
Shen Cheng wanted to push him off her, but his fervent kisses scattered her wits, her body tingling all over as if electrified.
His mouth carried a hint of tobacco, mingling with his unique, refreshing scent, inexplicably drawing her in.
She went limp beneath him, her strength seemingly drained away by something.
His large hand slipped under her clothes, roaming upwards from her waist, heating every inch of skin he touched.
Finally leaving her lips, he moved slowly to nibble gently on her earlobe, his hoarse voice tinged with sensuality, "Go home, hmm?"
At the critical moment, he chose to stop, his principles seemingly always holding him back at the last second.
Shen Cheng, blushing, bit her lip and nodded: "Hmm!"
To completely conquer a woman, it’s best done in bed—this saying is indeed true.
A woman, no matter how wild or unruly, can be easily tamed by a man who is perfect in every aspect.
Shi Yu stood up, settled Shen Cheng in her seat, took off his jacket and wrapped it around her. He then leaned down and kissed her forehead.
Under his shirt, which was a black one with a few buttons undone at the chest, revealing a glimpse of his tanned skin.
The car interior was dim, but Shen Cheng could see his face clearly through the faint light outside.
His resolute face, with an almost imperceptible blush, his neat hair slightly damp with sweat, adding a touch of sensuality.
She gazed at him dazedly, as if her soul had been hooked away, her heartbeat thundering intensely.
He was like a beautiful man who had stepped out of a painting, every inch of his face meticulously sculpted, flawlessly perfect.
Shen Cheng touched her own burning cheeks, watching him open the car door, sit in the driver’s seat, her face blooming with an intoxicating flush.