Xu Feng found himself taking comfort in the warm embrace of Xuan Jian. The man's scent was enchanting, with a distinct air of masculinity that lulled him into a sense of security.
It was as though the world outside didn't matter in this moment.
In truth, it wasn't that he really wanted to break free from this embrace. It was the overwhelming embarrassment of the situation that had driven him to struggle.
His actions came more from the reflex of self-preservation rather than a desire to escape.
However, as he hesitated and gathered every ounce of courage he possessed, he paused and slowly lifted his head.
His gaze met the grey eyes that looked down at him. These eyes held a deep sense of happiness, but beneath that, something more intense seemed to lurk—possibly desire or longing. It was a gaze that left Xu Feng in a state of deep disorientation.
