Xu Ying stared blankly at Huo Chen, feeling his hands around her waist and neck, a tingling sensation sweeping from her feet to the top of her head.
At that moment, Xu Ying couldn't restrain herself anymore and reached up to clasp the man's neck, leaning in to kiss Huo Chen.
One of his hands was on Xu Ying's waist, the other slowly caressing her neck.
At this moment, his mind was filled with thoughts of Xu Ying, and he immediately wished he could strip her completely.
"I'm going out for a bit," Huo Chen suddenly said, standing up. He glanced at the bewildered Xu Ying, pinched her cheek, and quickly left the room.
It was winter, and a splash of water on his face quickly brought Huo Chen back to his senses.
After he left, Xu Ying quickly composed herself.
Thinking back on her near loss of control, Xu Ying felt a wave of regret. Indeed, beauty could lead one astray.
When Huo Chen re-entered the room, he saw Xu Ying's flushed face, which made one itch to take a bite.
