He trapped her in his arms, their bodies tightly entwined together.
The tip of his nose was filled with her warm, soft breath, carrying her unique feminine scent, alluring him inexorably.
His mind was a whirlwind of images of the reckless entanglement with her in the past.
Every pore, every cell of his was crazily longing for her.
He pressed her tightly...
"Yingdong, the soup is getting cold, are you still eating?"
Yan Xiruo called softly.
He Yingdong suddenly snapped out of his reverie.
He abruptly let go of the small woman in his arms...
His face changed at this point, reaching out to pull her collar more snugly: "Don't dress so provocatively in the future, it will make men want to commit crimes!"
She lifted her chin to meet his gaze, and smiled pleasantly, "Really? Do you want to commit a crime?"
