She trembled faintly, feeling her heart pound so hard she could barely focus on brushing.
Seeing her dazed expression, Mu Shen smirked faintly, leaning down to press his forehead lightly against hers.
"Focus," he ordered softly, his tone dripping with quiet amusement as his cold breath brushed against her lips.
She nodded shyly, brushing faster, her small hands trembling as she felt his thumb graze down her throat gently, tracing her delicate collarbone.
When they finished brushing, Mu Shen leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, tasting the faint sweetness of mint mixed with her natural warmth.
He pulled back slightly, his deep gaze darkening with quiet hunger as he murmured against her lips, "Good girl."
Her face burned crimson, her eyes fluttering closed as her chest heaved softly under his gaze.
