Like a fox that had finally caught its prey, savoring the thrill of toying with it.
The woman reached out and caressed the man's jade-like face, her fingertips sliding from his brow bone to the bridge of his nose, from there to his lips, before finally stopping at his chin and gently lifting his face.
Watching Yan Hui's face gradually flush red, she murmured to herself:
"I really... have been waiting for you for a long time!"
There was an obsession in her voice that had endured across long years, like a spell repeated tens of millions of times.
The succubus drew a breath and closed her eyes, as if sensing something.
Then she said softly, "What are you still waiting for?"
Her tone allowed no doubt, like an order that could not be defied.
Yan Hui took a breath.
In that instant, the floral fragrance in the wind seemed to come alive, pouring into his lungs with every breath, into his bloodstream, into every nerve ending.
In an instant, that fragrance became an unparalleled aphrodisiac that clouded the mind.
He felt his consciousness collapsing, as though a dam within him had burst!
The primordial power he had suppressed for who knew how many years, the primal impulses he had forcibly restrained through countless days and nights, all erupted at this moment.
It was as if he had become a wild wolf in heat upon the wasteland.
Reason burned away, restraint fell apart, and all morality, all reservations, all calculations were reduced to ashes in that instant.
As he looked at Bao Xiaoqin's alluring, silken gaze, only the most primitive instinct remained in his eyes.
A howl spilled from the depths of his throat. It did not sound human, but more like a trapped beast that had been imprisoned