Twisted ear

A tender hand rested against Li Luxian's face, the delicate skin making contact with his face, his heart erupting with a sensation of warmth.

He waited. If she put even a bit of resistance, he would let her go.

But the hand had never intended to push him off.

Instead, those fingers traced the contours of his face, teasing him, provoking him as if begging him to be rougher.

Li Luxian was a man, how could he endure such blatant provocation? Especially when the woman was the one his heart desired the most...

His hand grabbed onto that wilful hand, pushing it against the wall above her head, his lips pushed into hers deepening the kiss as a response to her provocation. 

He was not going to hold back at anything.