Wei Anning's body stiffened, a tingling sensation spreading from her earlobes to her limbs. She couldn't help curling her toes, her voice quivering uncontrollably.
"Not, not cold, it's, it's kind of hot."
The man wickedly sucked on her earlobe, causing her to stiffen for a moment before trembling all over again. This was Madam's sensitive spot—just one touch, and her body turned to jelly in his hands, utterly at his mercy.
Wei Anning didn't know how it all began, but in the end, she lay beneath him, lost in a haze of passion and confusion.
Her consciousness blurred, she remembered a question she wanted to ask but then couldn't recall it anymore.
Afterwards, she lay weakly against his chest, listening to his steady, powerful heartbeat. The flush on her face had not yet faded, and her forehead hair was damp with sweat, sticking to her forehead.