Jiang Juyou felt so nervous she wanted to swallow hard. She parted her lips slightly, only to feel a damp, soft sensation brush against the corner of her mouth. Her reflex was to push the person away, but the man pinning her down held one side of her face firmly, while his other hand shackled her, leaving her unable to move. A few garbled, incoherent sounds escaped her throat.
Pei Zongzhi’s hard body was pressed so closely against hers that the strong scent of alcohol and cedarwood emanating from him threatened to drown her, making her head swim and rendering her incapable of refusal. Her heart hammered in her chest, like a ferocious bullet piercing a crumbling fortress wall that could no longer be contained.
Jiang Juyou’s eyelashes grew damp. Tentatively, she reached out, wanting to embrace Pei Zongzhi. Feeling her hands move to his waist, Pei Zongzhi pulled her tighter. The softness of her body against his felt both foreign and familiar. It didn’t feel like a cloud; it felt like his treasure. Their pressed lips suddenly deepened the kiss. His large hand covered the small of her back, slowly drawing her closer to him. He spiraled into a desperate, uncontrollable craving for her sweetness, his last shred of reason fighting a losing battle. He cursed himself for being a bastard, yet he refused to let go, holding her fast and denying her any chance to escape.
Chapter 77