Bab 215: 214 At the night when the clock start to run (III)

Linfeng almost let go of the rose in his hand. The sudden softness of Xiong Zhi's embrace shook his heart, and an electrifying sensation spread from his chest to his limbs. His skin felt highly sensitive all of the sudden, feeling every shape of the girl's boneless body molded to his own. 

Linfeng's hands unconsciously wrapped around the girl's smaller frame. His warm palm slid through her back and glided directly to the bare skin exposed by the low cut dress. His palm instinctively caressed the smooth and silky texture, before it all finally registered in his mind.

His ears heated up instantly. He abruptly let go and distanced himself when he took notice of the chill on her body. His brows furrowed.

Xiong Zhi looked at him, confused with his sudden action.

"You," Linfeng sighed helplessly in a doting voice. Then, he quickly took off his jacket and draped it over Xiong Zhi's shoulders.