"Afraid?"
The man, shedding his clothes beside the bed, spoke in a gravelly voice, heavy with amusement.
Lan Lingdu’s heart hammered against her ribs, and her face burned so hot she felt she could fry an egg on it. The reality of the situation was far more intense than she had imagined. Her peripheral vision kept darting toward him—the bronze skin, the solid pectoral muscles, that exquisite line of his waist...
Chapter 288