"I am showing you that this fraud can actually help you, Madam Song," Gu Fan whispered into her ears softly, "But since your body has been getting tormented for decades, the sudden rush of warm Qi is bound to make you feel a little sensitive,"
As he spoke, he wrapped his arms tighter around her waist, as he leaned down and pressed his warm lips against her forehead.
He did not pull away instantly as his rough lips lingered against her skin. He then trailed his lips down to gently kiss her fluttering eyelids.
"Ummm… NO! You can't," Song Yan felt her warm touch and she felt butterflies through her chest.
But Gu Fan believed her body more than her words. He continued to tease her, as his lips trailed along her smooth jawline, only to stop when he reached her long neck and sucked on the sensitive skin of her nape.
