In this world, perhaps there were no more bewitching words than this.
Something seemed to be rumbling in his mind.
Almost without hesitation, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her into his arms. He stared at her closely and said, "You just said that you'd return my sword to me…"
"What do I need your sword for?" Xiao Ba blinked, and the smile on her lips deepened.
One of her hands slid down, and she pressed it against his hard chest.
Yan Qing held his breath.
"I want to lean against here."
With a thin layer of clothes between her hand and his chest, she could still feel his heart beating violently.
She hooked her fingers and slowly lowered them until they touched his firm abs.
Yan Qing tensed up.
"I want to touch it." She inched closer, her entire person almost merging into his arms.
The fragrance that only belonged to her spread out, as if it was weaving an invisible net that easily bound him.
