"Do you not like it anymore?" His voice was hoarse.
"I know you used to love me," he said, holding her soft little hand to his chest, tracing the contours of his abs. He whispered in a low, seductive voice, "Here, and here, you liked them a lot."
So he knew all along.
At that moment, Lin Fu wanted to hide her blushing face, but the candid part of her personality refused to back down. She looked up to meet Fu Xing's gaze.
Their eyes crossed and tangled in the air, magnetically drawing each other in, making it impossible to separate. Lin Fu tried to look away but simply couldn't. Spellbound, she stared at Fu Xing, at his eyes, his face, his noble nose bridge, and his perfect, thin lips.
When Lin Fu gazed at Fu Xing with those misty, dewy eyes, something struck at the heart of Fu Xing.
In his mind, there was a "bang," and something broke. The beast that had been suppressed deep inside roared and broke free.
