Please Restrain Yourself, Mr. Tezuka

A story in the same series as the one in my profile. It’s a long one, so come on in!

Blurb:

His tenderness is a glacier atop the Alps, its surface covered in frost that never melts. Yet three feet beneath the ice, scorching lava churns.

At first, Leila paid it no mind, until one snowy night she heard the crisp crack of ice breaking.

His searing breath brushed her neck. The lava long held captive seeped through every crack, spreading along her trembling spine until her reason burned to ash and she fell apart completely.

All the heat within this iceberg melts for her alone.

“Little Scene”

“Guoguang...” In the bedroom late at night, Leila pushed him away with tear-blurred eyes. “I have an exhibition tomorrow...”

The man bent down and bit her earlobe, his voice hoarse beyond recognition. “Now you’re scared? Who did you call a cold fish just now? Hmm?”

Please note:

◆ Cool, chaste young master × Bright, outspoken heiress

◆ One-on-one, both sexually inexperienced; an intense push and pull from restraint to losing control

Theme: Lovers will find their way to each other in the end