Rong Zhan looked down at her, a mocking smile on his lips.
Sang Xia's eyelashes fluttered and she pursed her lips slightly.
Rong Zhan raised his hand and stroked her cheek, his cool temperature making her shiver.
Finally, his fingertips fell on her lips and he rubbed them intimately. His thin lips came close to her earlobe and he murmured in an enchanting manner, "What are you afraid of? It's not like there's only one place to solve the problem."
As soon as that was said.
Sang Xia only felt her hair standing on end and her lips felt hot from his stroking.
What he said had a deep meaning behind it.
It made her face turn pale and she felt cold over.
She was not stupid and was no longer a pure girl.
She understood.
But that understanding made her feel more humiliated.
