Xuan Ying moved violently, sucking hard on her red lips.
At this moment, he suddenly felt her little hand moving down his muscular chest..
It was as if a basin of cold water had fallen from the top of Xuan Ying’s head. He quickly reached out his big palm and grabbed her slender wrist, calling her in a hoarse voice, “Lingling!”
However, it was too late.
Xia Ling’s fan-like feather paused for a moment. Then, she slowly raised her tender little face and looked at him.
The flirtatious moment just now disappeared in an instant.
Xia Ling’s flushed face also turned pale. He actually had no reaction at all.
This was definitely a humiliation for a woman.
That night, he was also like this.
“Lingling, listen to my explanation, i...”
“Okay, I’ll give you a chance. Xuan Ying, explain it to me properly.”
Xia Ling’s beautiful eyes looked at him coldly, quietly waiting for his explanation. Xuan Ying suddenly stopped what she was about to say, not knowing what to say.
