His warm breath tickled her face. Even his self-control was slowly withering away, he still asked her for 'permission'.
"Young Miss, will you not push me away if I do something 'impolite'?" he whispered in a dumb voice. Linfeng's gaze traveled down to her cherry lips. Those lips were particularly charming today. Red, supple, and glossy.
In Xiong Zhi's vision, the man's handsome face was becoming bigger as he inched closer. Her heart pounded loudly. She felt anticipation rise in her heart for what would be coming.
She slowly closed her eyes, hoarsely whispering, "I-Impolite... l-like w-what?"
"Like—" 'this.'
However, Linfeng was not able to finish. Just when their lips were about to touch, his expression suddenly changed. He quickly straightened, took her shoulder, and pushed her gently behind him as he turned to face the entrance.
Xiong Zhi was stunned as she saw her surroundings change in a whirl, from his face to suddenly his back.
