"Mm," Huo Jingting replied with some perfunctoriness, "After all, it's been several years since we last saw each other."
Yao Qin brushed the hair that had fallen onto her chest behind her ear, exposing her fair neck.
A faint, elusive fragrance emanated from her, spreading in the cabin and reaching his breath.
Huo Jingting didn't know what was happening, only feeling the temperature getting hotter and hotter. He lowered it again, but the heat in his body continued to rise.
Along with it, an inexplicable restlessness surfaced in his mind.
Yao Qin kept fiddling with her hair, and the fragrance in the cabin grew stronger.
Huo Jingting vaguely felt a fire brewing in his abdomen, and with his Adam's apple moving up and down, he unbuttoned his coat.
Then, she changed her sitting position again, revealing the lace of her underpants as her skirt barely covered her thighs.
