“Can you do me a favor...” Song Zhiyi leaned against him, soft and yielding, her warm breath brushing his neck. She smelled faintly of alcohol, sweet and alluring. “Your big sister needs to get her health back on track... Come home with me, and I’ll keep you.”
Xi Jinchuan’s eyes suddenly darkened. His fingers tightened as he clasped her slender waist, holding her securely against him. His voice was so low it was almost unrecognizable, with a restrained hint of laughter.
“Get your health back on track?” He murmured her name, “Song Zhiyi,” his tone hiding a certainty that she would be his. “Do you know who you’re talking to?”
He lowered his head toward the tip of her flushed ear, his voice rich and dangerous.
He raised a hand and caressed the little face he had remembered for so long.
Her features were exquisite, her lips slightly pursed. Drunk and utterly unguarded, she looked like a little rabbit who had wandered straight into a hunter’s arms.
Xi Jinchuan’s gaze grew darker. He gently brushed his fingertips over her lips and rasped, “When it comes to getting your health back on track, I’m better at it than anyone.”
With that, he lowered his head and kissed the lips he had long yearned for.
