Li Xueyue could do nothing but blush at his suggestive words. She wanted to tease the beast, believing victory was hers. But yet again, he dominated her.
She watched with curious eyes as he smiled down at her and kissed her hair that he held in between his fingers.
He released it a second later, reaching down to caress her face. His fingers traced over her features as if he was trying to memorize every inch of her. He stared at her so deeply as if he wanted to capture this moment while he could, before she would disappear into thin air.
Li Xueyue reached up and cupped his chiseled face.
He leaned into her touch, his upper body coming down on her hand. Her thumbs rubbed circles upon his cheeks. His eyes fluttered shut, his long lashes framing his cheekbones. Everything about him was pure perfection—even the worst parts about him.
"Stay," he softly commanded. "Stay with me."
