As Murong Qiao restrained her thoughts from flying around, she also pretended to be calm and pressed down on her body to not move.
"I'll be careful. Stand still."
Especially when Huo Yichen spoke behind her back. He clearly didn't press his mouth to her ear, but Murong Qiao's face was still a little hot.
The more she couldn't see, the more lively her other senses and thoughts became.
She felt Huo Yichen's fingertips wrap her hair around her back and fiddle with the zipper. Her mind worked with her imagination to help Murong Qiao imagine the corresponding actions.
Moreover, since the distance between the two of them was almost zero, Murong Qiao couldn't help but smell the cold fragrance coming from Huo Yichen.
It was rich and heavy, but it was not a smell that she disliked. Instead, the moment she smelled it, Murong Qiao subconsciously felt at ease and couldn't help but smile.
