Starlight Has No Past

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 bumped 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 mass. 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 passcode into the lock box.

A beep sounded, informing him that the password was incorrect.

Ye Qiao lightly licked his lips and suddenly giggled. Zhou Tingsheng was slightly
annoyed: “You changed your passcode?”

“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 pushing it down and turned around: “Is this
inviting a wolf into my house?”

“It’s too late to regret it.” Zhou Tingsheng pushed the button 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 passion couldn’t stand being interrupted twice. Zhou Tingsheng’s
zealous eyes gradually cooled down and lightly chuckled at himself: “Where does
it hurt?”

“My leg……”

She blushed a little out of embarrassment. 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.