Xi Ying looked at the scene in front of him which was not so good for his self-control, which he was trying to have on his body at this moment.
A young girl was sitting on the floor of the room in front of him. Her cheeks were flushed red. Her black hair was falling on her slender waist. Her clothes were drenched; he didn't know in water or sweat.
Yet the thing which attracted him was not her soft, smooth pale white skin but her eyes. He didn't know why he couldn't look away from those beautiful and clean eyes which were like black grapes.
As he took slow steps towards her, he saw confusion and fear growing in them. When he was four steps away from her, she suddenly stood up from the ground. He saw her stepping away from himself.
"Who are you?"
Her voice was very hoarse yet very soft. She said her words while panting.
The heat he had suppressed with his internal energy was rising again and this time with high waves.
