She didn't even need to turn around.
"Hmm… it's me."
Wang Xiao's voice was low, husky, as he buried his face in her neck, nuzzling against her warm, delicate skin. His breath was hot, his stubble teasing her softness as he rubbed against her like a beast marking its territory. Lanlan's tension melted instantly, but heat bloomed in her cheeks.
"Don't be too loud… unless you want your mom to wake up and see you like this?"
His whisper sent a thrill down her spine.
Her eyelids fluttered. "Dad… you promised me."
He had sworn—sworn to keep his hands off, to let her live a normal life. But Wang Xiao at night wasn't the same as Wang Xiao in the day.
Day belonged to them.
But night? Night belonged to him.
His lips brushed the back of her neck, slow and deliberate, before pressing a scorching kiss against it. His fingers slipped through her silky hair, pushing it aside as his grip on her waist grew tighter.
Lanlan shivered.
