"Zhou Chen..." Her voice softened, edged with a hint of pleading.
"Hmm?" he murmured, his lips already pressed to her collarbone, gently nibbling.
Su Qing tilted her head back, her breathing falling out of rhythm. At some point, warm water had begun to flow. Steam gradually filled the air, blurring the mirror and clouding their judgment.
Droplets slid from the tips of his hair, tracing his taut jawline and throat before disappearing against his chest.
