Wei Lingnan hung his head low and hid his expression.
Xia Yingluo lay in his embrace, her petite form completely exhausted. She felt the strange warmth and numbness picking up inside her again, like a thousand ants crawling about in her body. She let out a soft moan in agony.
Instantly, she began blushing and hurriedly bit her lip to stop herself.
Wei Lingnan noticed it and tipped her chin upwards with his slender finger.
Her beautiful face was even sweeter in the natural light, and her eyes were gazing into his directly. She could see the coldness in those eyes, like that of a predator, and she felt a mysterious aura lying beneath it.
She curled up slightly.
"Afraid?" His voice was low and hoarse.
She was a little caught off-guard, like a strange creature was speaking to her from amidst the fog.
