บท 151: Flaming Fireworks (2)

The air around them turned dense, the cold temperature that lingered now slowly rising.

He naturally assumed an offensive stance when he noticed her awkward reply. His hand on her waist slowly inched upwards as she was being hugged tightly to his warm chest. His pleasant fragrance closed in, feeling an odd sense of emptiness in her chest at the moment.

His long fingers soon traveled through her hair and rubbed her back. He was sort of hesitant and his movements were a little shaky as well.

Her breathing started to get uneven. Her eyes were starting to turn dazed as she felt light-headed. She could not muster any strength to struggle. All she could do was grab onto his shirt as he did whatever he pleased.

At first, he just wanted to give it a try. However, he had underestimated her charm.