Cynthia closed her eyes and savored the moment, leaving Liu Qing to suffer. Feeling her soft, shapely body in his arms and breathing in her girlish scent, he already felt as though a fire were burning inside him. Yet he could not bear to disturb her, so he desperately held himself back. The harder he tried, however, the more uncomfortable he became, and his breathing grew increasingly rapid.
Heat seeped through their clothes. One look at Liu Qing's expression made Cynthia realize what was happening, and she cried out, trying to leave his embrace. But he was holding her tightly. She had barely risen before she cried out again and fell back onto his lap. Liu Qing sucked in a sharp breath, his mind filled with nothing but her. Seeing her frightened expression, he lost his last shred of clarity to the fire inside him. He pressed a hard kiss to her red lips, pushing her down beneath him...
"Don't... Liu Qing... stop!" Pinned beneath him, Cynthia felt weak all over, but her first instinct as a girl facing something like this was to resist. She braced her hands against his chest and pushed him back a little, crying out anxiously, "Liu Qing, your brother Liu Yuan is still outside! Do you want him to see us like this?"
Liu Qing had already begun coming to his senses when he pushed Cynthia down. Her words jolted him fully awake, and the fire of desire gradually faded, restoring his clarity. Reluctantly, he climbed off her and sat to one side. "Nana, I'm sorry," he said awkwardly. "I lost control for a moment."
"I-it's all right!" Cynthia had been straightening her clothes in a fluster. Hearing his apology, she realized that she herself had been responsible for much of what had just