While Su Qinglan was arguing back and forth with Xuyu in her mind, she suddenly felt a warm, heavy breath brushing against the side of her neck.
She snapped out of her thoughts and glanced beside her.
The golden demon had quietly crept over to her chair, resting his chin on her shoulder and subtly sniffing her skin like a hungry predator taking in a scent.
Su Qinglan's breath caught. "What... what are you doing?"
An Mo's dark golden eyes swirled with a thick, intoxicating heat. He leaned closer, his warm lips brushing against her sensitive earlobe as he murmured in a low, teasing voice, "Lanlan... I can smell it. You're very much aroused right now, aren't you?"
Su Qinglan's face instantly exploded into a bright crimson flush! She instinctively clenched her legs tight together under her skirt, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.
"W-What absurd nonsense are you talking about?!" she stammered, trying to shove his handsome face away.
