67 After Turning Around

As the first rays of the day shone in through the window, Lin Qian opened her eyes, gazing at the man before her. Short strands of black hair covered his brow, his eye sockets were deep and defined; his full nose bridge and cheekbones, outlined his masculine contours. Then there was her favourite part: his jaw, simple and clean.

Her heart softened, she gently placed her hand on his chest, lifted her head and kissed him. Her lips barely made contact with his skin, when he suddenly hugged her and flipped her over, ending up on top of her.

Lin Qian looked into his clear bright eyes. He lowered his head to stare at her. She understood his look, and also felt a change in a certain part of his body.

"You want to do it again?" She whispered.

"Hmm." He gently nudged her.

"Oh…"