Qi Yelin’s arms were like iron bars, holding her tight. His broad, burning palms pressed against the small of Gu Zhaoyan's back, and he struggled to restrain himself from pulling her even closer.
Gu Zhaoyan felt Qi Yelin’s shallow, hurried breath against her ear and neck, a warm, dense sensation. Even through the soft fabric of her clothes, she could feel his intense body heat and the frantic pounding of his heart within his chest.
"Qi Yelin..."
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