After her shower, Song Qiuya wore nothing but his oversized white shirt.
Her damp short hair clung to her snowy neck. Droplets slid down her delicate collarbones, finally vanishing into the tantalizing shadows beneath her collar.
On her, his oversized shirt took on an entirely different allure.
The hem barely covered her most enticing curves. Below it stretched two straight, shapely legs, so pale they seemed to glow beneath the light.
Chen Lin's Adam's apple bobbed. A surge of heat shot from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.
He said nothing.
Action was the only language he needed now.
He rose from the bed and strode toward her, one long-legged step at a time.
Each steady footfall struck Song Qiuya's heart like a heavy hammer.
At last, he stopped before her.
His distinctive masculine scent, a blend of sunshine and fresh grass, enveloped her completely.
He raised a hand and gently hooked a fingertip beneath her small chin, making her meet his eyes.
Those eyes, usually tinged with teasing amusement, were now as deep as a sea of stars. Within them burned a fire she understood all too well, one that sent her heart into a flustered frenzy.
The next second.
He bent down, slipped an arm beneath her knees, and swept her into his arms.
"Ah!"
Song Qiuya cried out, instinctively throwing her arms around his neck and holding on tight.
After a brief, dizzying moment, he laid her gently on the soft bed.
Before he even straightened, he leaned over her, shrouding her completely in his shadow.
"You're not getting away tonight."
His low voice carried a trace of huskiness, sending an electric current through Song Qiuya's entire body and making her tremble all over.
She closed her eyes as though surrendering