She hugged him gently and Ling Limu’s tall and handsome body stiffened. When he lowered his eyes, he could already smell the fragrance from her hair.
It was even sweeter and sweeter than what he remembered. It was filled with the fragrance of a young girl.
Ling Limu’s eyes gradually darkened. He slowly raised his hand and wanted to hug her back. However, his hand froze in mid-air again and finally fell down.
“Princess Xiyao, it’s already so late at night, and you’re hugging a man in a hotel room like this. If this gets out, have you thought about the consequences?”
Fu Xiyao was originally filled with joy. Now, his words were like a basin of cold water pouncing on her face, causing her heart to turn cold.
Fu Xiyao retracted her small hand and took two steps back. She raised her bright eyes and looked at him. “Then I won’t hug you anymore. Let Me Ask You, is your name Ling Limu?”
She asked him in a delicate voice.
