Your Kiss Is My Medicine

Shen Qianshu was puzzled, but she did not dare to ask him to leave.

"Are you full?"

Shen Qianshu felt that it was a trick question, and she needed to answer it cautiously. She backed away carefully but was stopped by Ye Ling's pull. His long arms wrapped around her waist, causing her to be trapped. Shen Qianshu's heart was beating with nervousness, and under his hot gaze, she blankly nodded.

The next moment, Ye Ling turned around and pressed her into the sofa with one hand gripping onto her wrist. Shen Qianshu looked fearfully at him.

Dim and cold.

"You are full…" Ye Ling lowered his head. His sharp and defined nose nuzzled on her skin. He softly sniffed her, like a cat that was hungry and marking its territory. Her crisp fragrance was attacking his senses. Ye Ling hoarsely said, "My turn now."

His behavior caused Shen Qianshu to shudder, and goosebumps appeared all over her.

Too seductive.

Ye Ling's features were extremely handsome: deep eyes and thin lips, like a beautiful masterpiece. He was tall and had a great body with a pair of strikingly long legs. Even wearing a simple white shirt could make him seem like he was walking on the runway. Having a strong, muscular body with a handsome face and a cold charisma, he stood out from the crowd.

His nose was brushing across her cheek, gently nuzzling her.

If it was her lover, Shen Qianshu would have fallen madly in love long ago.

However, it was Ye Ling.

She ducked away from Ye Ling's touch. His behavior was even more seductive than an actual kiss. Shen Qianshu was no match for him.

He was either a womanizer or a genius.

"Master…" Shen Qianshu badly wished to shrink herself. She was nervous and scared; the feelings he gave off were too much for her.

The woman beneath him had no resistance at all, breathing softly against him. This caused a fatal attraction, but he was not anxious.

This was his prize.

The prize that he had waited for seven years to get.

His heart was shouting with all kinds of temptations to just tear her apart, but he could not bear to lose a single moment of this process.

"My name is Ye Ling…" His voice was ringing beside her ear. His head was buried between her neck. The hot air was like a scorching heat, causing her skin to be on fire. Her heart was beating crazily, as if about to burst out from her skin. "Say my name."

Shen Qianshu neck was on fire, and one of her hands was on his shoulder, trying to push him away. Ye Ling did not budge at all. Shen Qianshu was afraid to look at him in the eyes, as his gaze was powerful enough to bewitch her.

"Master…" She was born with a tender voice, and at that moment, she sounded like a helpless young girl facing a brutal pervert, arousing his temptations. Ye Ling's gaze darkened slightly, and he unbuttoned her shirt with his long fingers, revealing a silky white neck.

"Ye Ling…" Shen Qianshu finally called him. "Please don't be like this, ah…"

Before she could finish speaking, she yelped out loud in pain. Ye Ling lowered his head and roughly bit her collarbone. It was extremely painful. Shen Qianshu was most afraid of pain, and her eyes immediately watered.

It's so painful, you beast!

Ye Ling released Shen Qianshu, and there was a teeth mark on her silky white neck. Ye Ling was really satisfied. "Why are you crying?"

"It's painful!"

"Oh…"

Shen Qianshu was speechless.

You just "Oh" me?

Ye Ling lowered his head, kissed her collarbone and said naturally, "Its not painful now right?"

"What the…! Do you think your kiss was medicine?"