Su Yijia shivered and melted into Qin Kaize's embrace. His firm grip on her waist kept her from falling. Like a little chick, she was lifted onto his lap, and his tender, scattered kisses ignited her senses, leaving her slightly breathless and dazed.
"Take the medicine first," Su Yijia murmured softly.
Her words seemed to spark a flame in Qin Kaize's heart, as if they were pouring hot oil on it. His scent, a blend of coldness and passion like sea salt blown across glaciers, enveloped her.
Unable to resist, Qin Kaize's fingers traced the hem of her shirt, subtly caressing the soft skin beneath. Though he had no teeth to taste her, the temptation was irresistible. He closed his eyes slightly and buried his head in Su Yijia's neck, trying to calm his growing impatience.