Bei Sangyun had already noticed the heat radiating from him and the way his gaze bore into her. Her heart was racing, and a tingling sensation crept up from her toes.
She turned to face him.
Fei Chuan's eyes drifted from hers… to her lips.
Those soft, red lips…
I need to apologize…
But her lips looked so tempting…
Suddenly, flashes of images flooded his mind—Her lips under his… her breath quick and shallow… her burning skin beneath his hands… their breaths mingling, bodies intertwined… her moans… her nails digging into his back…
The images were brief, chaotic, arriving in fragments and vanishing just as quickly. But even in that blur, he knew—The woman in those memories was Bei Sangyun.
And the man… was him.
Did they… ever do something like that in that life?
How he wished he could remember every exact detail.
