388 Gentle

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"I'm covered in sweat." Li Xueyue tried to reason with him. She shivered under his burning gaze. Wherever he looked, her skin would heat up, already craving his touch. 

"And I don't smell good," she added on. 

Eventually, her lower back came into contact with a large piece of furniture. His arms came on either side of her, gripping the wood. His muscles flexed from the small action. He was so close that she could feel each exhale of his.

"Nonsense," he said. 

Yu Zhen swooped down and kissed the corner of her mouth. Her heart skipped, wishing it was her lips he kissed instead. His lips skimmed her jaw, trailing to her neck. He found the spot that made her suck in a breath.