Xia Xiaofu's beautiful eyes were contracted vigorously. She went into a complete daze. She was in a blur and hesitant.
What was that person doing, hugging her from behind?
Was he still the Ou Luoxi that she knew?
Xia Xiaofu furiously struggled with her limbs. "Woo… Let go of me…" She went to swat her large hand away, wanting to speak.
But it was of no use; she was unable to escape.
The boy had studied martial arts from a young age. Although he was not tall and mighty like Lu Shaoming, and not built as fierce as Zhou Yao, his physique seemed as if he had hidden an unlimited amount of strength. He could easily suppress her and make her unable to move.
He held her firmly. He buried his head in her tender neck. He also did not know who was the one making a mess. Her ears were all filled with the boy's breaths. He was panting. His breathing was both thick and heavy. She felt that it was hot, and the soft skin by the side of her ear felt as if he were burning it.
