"Aah....!"
Before Jiang Ying Yue could realize what was happening, it was already too late. She found herself plastered against the same wooden door which was burning just a moment ago.
Her eyes stared at the handsome man who was standing just a breath away from her. His hands were holding hers in a tight grip against the door and his body, which was trapping her between him and the door, had sealed any of her chances of running away.
There was very little space between their bodies and she could already feel his warm breath fanning the left side of her cheeks. His face was too close to hers. Close enough for her to just tip her head upwards and their lips would have ended up touching.
