Chapter 17.1

Ye Qiao squinted ever so slightly at Zhou Tingsheng . Her two fingers clasped

his slim lower chin and gently caressed with her thumb .

Zhou Tingsheng’s breath quickened, his hands stroked up and down the back

of her waistline, only a thin layer of fabric separated the tips of his fingers from

her skin . As the elevator doors began to close, Zhou Tingsheng abruptly raised

her into the air . Supporting her thin two leg, he carried her out of the elevator .

He hurriedly arrived in front of Ye Qiao’s door . Ye Qiao’s body b.u.mped into the

front door, then was tightly held against it . Their lips tangled together like a pair

of intertwined vines .

Behind her was the cold wooden door; in front of her was a burning ma.s.s . Ye Qiao

circled his neck with both arms to return his kisses . Both of them were ready to

devour the other .

Zhou Tingsheng used one arm to hold her in place, freeing the other hand to punch

in the six digit pa.s.scode into the lock box .

A beep sounded, informing him that the pa.s.sword was incorrect .

Ye Qiao lightly licked his lips and suddenly giggled . Zhou Tingsheng was slightly

annoyed: “You changed your pa.s.scode?”

annoyed: “You changed your pa.s.scode?”

“That’s right . ” Ye Qiao put her hands on his shoulder: “Put me down-------”

He grumpily bit her lips lightly before letting her go .

Ye Qiao touched the ground and quickly punched in another six digits . She put

her finger on the enter key without pus.h.i.+ng it down and turned around: “Is this

inviting a wolf into my house?”

“It’s too late to regret it . ” Zhou Tingsheng pushed the b.u.t.ton down for her . The

moment the door opened, he carried her into the room like a whirlwind .

The door slowly closed automatically . Before Zhou Tingsheng’s lips could cover

hers again, Ye Qiao suddenly screeched and closed her eyes with a frown .

Zhou Tingsheng stopped only a few millimeters away from her face: “What’s wrong?”

Ye Qiao tried to stifle the pain by raising her stiff leg taking a half jump forwards .

She held his shoulders and leaned her head against his chest: “Cramp……”

The intensity of his pa.s.sion couldn’t stand being interrupted twice . Zhou Tingsheng’s

zealous eyes gradually cooled down and lightly chuckled at himself: “Where does

it hurt?”

zealous eyes gradually cooled down and lightly chuckled at himself: “Where does

it hurt?”

“My leg……”

She blushed a little out of embarra.s.sment . It was rare to see her usually

expressionless face light pink .

Zhou Tingsheng picked her up again and carried her towards the living room .

With the sudden movement, Ye Qiao’s leg twitched again and cried out in pain .

Her fingers tightly clenched his shoulder: “What are you doing?”

Zhou Tingsheng put her down on the couch with her leg resting on the soft,

smooth arm . The muscles in her leg were visibly bulging .