Take me, Dai Zhiqiang

When their gazes met, Li Caiyi felt like she couldn't breathe.

Dai Zhiqiang, who she had never stopped loving in the past six years, was so close to her, hovering above her. His facial features had matured, but those eyes and lips were still the same. Li Caiyi felt she could get lost in his eyes from how intense his look on her was.

"Li Caiyi," He whispered huskily. "Haven't I told you not to look at me like that?"

"Like what?" Li Caiyi wasn't even sure what kind of expression she was making. 

"Like inviting me to do something to you." Dai Zhiqiang caressed her cheeks tenderly. "You only need to say a word, and I'm yours."

Li Caiyi understood what he wanted, but she didn't want to give in that easily. She couldn't deny her feelings for him or pretend she was unbothered by him. It was a fact that she couldn't stop caring about him.