Huo Zhanting was like a conquering king, ravaging his spoils of war without leaving an inch untouched. His hand, slipping beneath the hem of An Lan's clothes, with its slight calluses, caressed her delicate skin, sending shivers through her body.
Her mind went blank, and her subconscious response made Huo Zhanting's eyes turn bloodshot. With one hand cradling the back of An Lan's head, he deepened the kiss, while his other hand, as if aflame, ignited every inch of An Lan's skin. He then deftly unbuttoned her clothes, and just as An Lan felt like she was suffocating from the lack of oxygen, Huo Zhanting finally released her.
An Lan's body went limp, her eyes empty of expression. When she came back to her senses, she realized she was lying half-dressed beneath Huo Zhanting, who propped himself up on one hand on the bed, his usually cold eyes now brimming with a fire that seemed to scorch her clean.