As if enchanted by a millennium-old fox demon, Gu Shaozhi knew she was casting a net, yet he couldn't resist the temptation, every part of his body beyond the control of his mind.
Before he could shake off the bone-consuming desires, his long legs had already taken him to the bathroom, where he scooped up the small woman who had fallen to the ground.
But he didn't move, just stood in the bathroom.
The temperature in his dark eyes rose, and his voice, soaked in alcohol, was deep and sexy, "And then?"
Wanxia lowered her head, her cheeks' blush growing ever more alluring, her soft voice as melodious as wind chimes, "…Of course, go out. My head's spinning. If I stay any longer, you might have to call an ambulance for me. I don't want to be sent to the hospital like this, it's so embarrassing."
In the bathroom, steam swirled, under the warm yellow light, their shadows overlapped.
