Leng Xiaoxie froze for a few seconds, then realized what it was.
Deep within his body, it was as if a flame suddenly ignited, spreading instantly to every corner.
He only felt as if he had been suddenly thrown onto a pyre, his heart racing, lips and tongue dry.
Reason told him that he should push her away at this moment, take a deep breath to calm himself quickly.
But what were his arms doing?
He actually tightened his arms, holding her closer.
By the time Leng Xiaoxie realized his action, he had already done it. The soft body in his arms pressed against his chest, but this did not alleviate his discomfort; instead, he felt even more restless.
Memoria Campbell, who had been slightly propped up against his shoulder, was directly pressed against him due to Leng Xiaoxie's sudden exertion.
Her face pressed directly against his, her lips just touching his ear.
