He thought about it later and felt that he must have been possessed.
As if bewitched, he raised his hand and gently touched her neck, touching her smooth skin.
The skin under his fingertips suddenly trembled, and Mufeng gulped.
He looked down and saw Jiang Xun looking up at him.
She was sitting, and he was standing behind her.
Jiang Xun looked up, revealing her slender neck.
Mufeng's fingertip on the side of her neck seemed to have a mind of its own. It moved uncontrollably and landed on her collarbone. He could feel Jiang Xun's skin under his fingertip contract violently from nervousness.
He slid his finger down her neck, feeling as if something was pulling his finger along.
Mufeng leaned forward and lowered his head, getting closer and closer to Jiang Xun.
Jiang Xun seemed to have been frozen. She could dodge but didn't know how to move. So she looked at him foolishly.
