Han Xing nodded, "Really, come over quickly."
Upon hearing this, Su Xiaoyang instinctively moved her steps, approaching Han Xing.
She didn't know why.
Suddenly she had a strange feeling.
A feeling that couldn't be described.
Both shy and somewhat expectant.
Her fair face was now so flushed it looked like water could be pinched out of it.
Even though it was only a few meters.
Still, Su Xiaoyang felt as if she were living through years.
Each step closer weakened her defenses.
Finally, she stopped less than ten centimeters from Han Xing's side.
Han Xing could even feel her slightly trembling body.
Knowing the nature of this girl, Han Xing softly said, "Xiaoyang, relax a bit."
He slightly crouched down, "Reach out your hands."
At this moment.
Su Xiaoyang almost subconsciously followed Han Xing's instruction.
She extended her arms past Han Xing's shoulders.
Then, directly pressed against this man's back.
Feeling Han Xing's presence, Su Xiaoyang's mind went blank.
