"No way!" She won't beg for mercy like this!
A hand found its way to her side, searching for the zipper of her dress. With a 'zip', Mu Xiangwan felt a chill crawl up her scalp.
His coarse hand wandered under her dress, caressing her smooth back. He felt the girl underneath him shiver, and he asked again in a deeper, more passionate voice, "Miss me yet?"
"Su-- Su Chaoyang--" Mu Xiangwan squirmed unendurably, trying to push him away. But he held her down tightly. And just as she was wallowing in hopelessness, the ring of a phone resonated in the room.
Jolting back from her dreamy daze, Mu Xiangwan pushed the muscular manly form off of her, "Su Chaoyang, my, my phone--"
"Do you miss me?" His deep-set eyes shimmered like the raging sea, Su Chaoyang leaned in for another kiss, silencing her lips.
Dazed by his kiss, Mu Xiangwan gasped for air. She heard her phone ringing again. She had to relent, "Yes, I miss you."
