Mei Xing found herself speechless. She was afraid to exert any further resistance for fear of having the blanket she sought refuge in forcibly ripped away. Yan Xun arched an eyebrow, noticing her awkward gaze fixed upon him. "I'm going to tear it off..." His deep, husky voice dripped with both lust and dark desire, rendering her numb. A cold shiver crawled up her spine as his hand approached the blanket, poised to wrench it away from her. She desperately attempted to defend herself, but to her surprise, the same hand that moments ago had threatened to expose her body now caressed her shoulder gently.