Huo Changfeng’s Adam’s apple bobbed violently. Watching the flutter of Mu Qingxuan’s long, curled lashes, he felt as if his heart were being repeatedly scratched by a cat’s claws.
His thumb gently brushed over her flushed lower lip, his fingertip tracing the tiny tooth marks she had left from biting down hard. His breathing grew scorching hot in an instant.
"I’m sorry. I’m late."
Chapter 102