Behind her was the searing stove, and before her was his burning-hot body. He had her trapped completely, pinned between the stove and his embrace. But more intense than either was his gaze, which felt as if it could pierce right through her clothes and skin...
Chen Wanqing couldn't help but turn her head to look away. "I know, I know..." she whispered.
Just then, De'an's voice called out from outside. "Jing, come quick! I've got something cool to show you."
"Jing! Jing..."
Hearing no response from Zhao Jing, De'an walked down the steps and headed for the kitchen.
Panicked, Chen Wanqing gave Zhao Jing a hard shove. "Hurry up and go!"
Zhao Jing let out a muffled grunt. Chen Wanqing worried she had used too much force and hurt him.
She turned her head to look and saw Zhao Jing clutching his chest, a pained expression on his face.
"Where are you hurt? I-I don't think I pushed that hard. Jing, you're so fragile..."
