The man's voice was low and hoarse, his arms around her tightening ever so much.
Since he was embracing her from behind, Chuxia's attire was thin, allowing her back to clearly feel the warmth emanating from his chest and abdomen, even the hard lines of his muscles.
Leng Yu Yan dared not move, nor could she, so in a softened tone, she called out, "Your Highness..."
He lowered his head in silence, his warm breath spraying over the side of her neck and ear, swirling with ambiguity and making her anxious to flee.
Recalling his many explanations, Leng Yu Yan could only command herself to calm down, but since she couldn't turn her head, she couldn't see his expression, let alone know his current state, prompting her to call again, "Your Highness?"
The man's hands began to roam restlessly, and Leng Yu Yan instinctively struggled.
