"Let them all leave..."
"Huh?"
Selene's face was as red as a peach in summer. Sitting on his lap, she trembled now and then, her body betraying her, as his hands roamed over her chest, kneading the soft flesh like he was checking the ripeness of divine fruit.
His face pressed against her, his lips mapping her skin, stealing kisses over and over, teasing her neck at the same time like a mischievous rogue who knew exactly how to rob her of her senses.
She was used to this side of him. Wang Xiao never held back near her—why would he? A man like him was the kind to plunder first and ask questions later.
His hands sent fire coursing through her core, but it was his words that jolted her awake.
"Let them leave...?"
She glanced toward the shadows. A bunch of nosy bastards peeked through the cracks, their eyes flickering between curiosity and shame—shamelessly curious, more like.
Selene's gaze darkened.
