Hot, it was too hot.
This was the first thought that came to Qing 'er's mind at this time. The young man's hand was like a piece of soldering iron, burning her whole body. She wanted to push him away, but her legs seemed to be nailed to the ground. Not only that, she even felt that the distance between the two of them was getting closer and closer, so close that they could hug each other at any time. In her sight, the young man's deep black eyes seemed to be flashing with a dark light, making her feel as if she was being stared at again, and a chill also climbed up her back.
No, no, no, this wasn't right. Something must have gone wrong! Quickly push him away!
Qing 'er was screaming madly in her heart, but she seemed to be bewitched and could not move at all. She could only watch his face pressing down on her.
