The sweet fragrance that assailed his nostrils and the unique softness of her body caused Lin Jiage's mouth to shut in an instant.
It was as if his acupoints had been struck. His entire body stiffened for a moment before he slowly lowered his head to look at the young lady in his embrace.
Her consciousness was clearly in a trance, and she was completely oblivious to the fact that she had fallen on the ground. The gaze she was looking at him with was a mixture of confusion and bewilderment.
Her face was incredibly red, and through the bathrobe, he could feel the heat on her body. Her breathing was erratic, sometimes rapid, sometimes still.
Lin jiage only stared at Shi Yao for half a minute before he could clearly feel a flame burning deep within his body. The flame grew larger and larger, and in the end, it turned into a raging inferno, there was no way to extinguish it.