Under the worried gazes of the men, Xuan Ying scooped his arm out, gently pulling the flushed girl into his embrace.
Jiang Xinli's head spun as if she had suddenly been thrown into a furnace. Her eardrums BUZZED, but the moment she leaned into Xuan Ying's arms, her body instantly felt much more comfortable. A crisp, pleasant ocean scent enveloped her. Xuan Ying deliberately controlled his body temperature and the intensity of his frost, lowering her body heat without making her feel too cold.
Jiang Xinli nuzzled against his chest, reaching out to wrap her arms around his waist. "Little Ying..." she called out softly. She was clingy, docile, and gentle.
