On the other hand, Han Jue felt like his soul was melting out of his ears. Literally melting.
Every time Su Qinglan's warm lips brushed his earlobe, he saw heaven and then hell. And then heaven again.
Finally, unable to take it anymore, he whispered in a voice so soft it trembled: "L-Lan Lan… please… l-leave my ears… my poor ears…"
His whole body shuddered. He was cursing himself inside. Why am I losing control this fast? I'm supposed to be the calm one!
Why do her lips feel so...ahh, Beast, God save me.
Su Qinglan blinked up at him with her big watery eyes. Completely unaware of what she was doing to his sanity.
Her lips were wet from nibbling him earlier, shining softly, looking like she had just eaten something sweet. And she stared at him like
What? Did I do something wrong?
