Was his pain just now fake?

That bastard!

"It wasn't an act..."

His voice was terribly hoarse, each syllable carrying a scalding heat, which sprayed heavily onto Zi Xi's earlobes and the sensitive skin on her neck, arousing an uncontrollable shiver.

Instead of loosening his grip on Zi Xi's lower back, he tightened his hold, pressing Zi Xi against him even more forcefully.

Through two layers of thin, soaked fabric, Zi Xi could clearly feel his heart pounding wildly beneath his chest, as if it had gone out of control.

What made Zi Xi even stiffer was the threatening touch pressing against her, a sensation she couldn't ignore.

"Xixi...let me serve you?"

Pei Mozhi turned his head slightly, his burning lips almost touching Zi Xi's earlobe as he spoke.

Hot breath entered Zi Xi's ear canal, bringing waves of tingling sensation that made her scalp tingle.

He stuck out his tongue and quickly licked away the drop of water, the action carrying an unconscious seduction.

"Shall I serve you for the rest of my life?"

Pei Mozhi looked up at Zi Xi, his eyes, filled with desire, glistening with tears, clearly reflecting Zi Xi's panicked face.

His voice grew lower and hoarser, with an alluring magnetism.

The grip on Zi Xi's wrist loosened slightly, but the large, hot hand slowly slid down and caressed Zi Xi's equally soaked back.

"Won't Xixi feel bad? Let's go together."

He coaxed in a low voice, with a hypnotic magic.

Zi Xi's gaze was forced to become entangled with his eyes, which were churning with a storm of desire.

Zi Xi bit her lower lip to stay awake.

Just as Zi Xi was about to drown in his burning gaze, Pei Mozhi suddenly pressed down hard on Zi Xi's lower back!

"Hmm..."

Zi Xi let out a short whimper unexpectedly, her body completely losing its balance due to the force, and she pressed herself against him even more tightly.

The cold water splashed up again, wetting the hair and cheeks of the Zixi girls.

Pei Mozhi's actions carried an undeniable forcefulness, yet within that forcefulness lay a hint of cautious probing.

His burning lips, with an almost pious eagerness, suddenly seized Zi Xi's lips.

This kiss was no longer a tentative, tender lingering one.

The kiss was predatory, with a fierce force that seemed intent on sucking out each other's souls.

Pei Mozhi's tongue, burning with astonishing heat, forcefully pried open Zi Xi's slightly parted teeth in surprise, and plunged in, instantly overwhelming all of Zi Xi's senses.

The icy water enveloped my body, but inside my mouth, on my skin, was a scalding heat hot enough to burn a person.

His kissing skills were breathtaking; his fierce sucking and biting brought a slight stinging and tingling sensation, while at other times he would gently lick and entwine, teasing every sensitive nerve ending.

Zi Xi's mind went blank; all her struggles and resistance, reason and doubts were completely forgotten.

Zi Xi's hands no longer tried to break free from his hold, but instead, as if seeking support, trembled and climbed up his hot, firm back under his soaked shirt.

My fingertips touched his powerful muscle lines, sending shivers of electricity through my veins.

Zi Xi's lips and tongue began to clumsily and awkwardly respond to his frantic demands, rising and falling with his rhythm.

"Don't be afraid... I've learned it all, teach me."

Between breaths, he pressed his lips against Zi Xi's lips, his voice low and husky.

Everything fell into place naturally.