"..." Nan Fei was somewhat lost in thought until he leaned over her towering nose, almost touching her forehead to bring her out of her trance. "What...what are you trying to do?" She asked.
She nervously took a step back.
"I want to get a good look at my bride." His voice wasn't as cold as before, and his deep-set eyes shone with a dazzling luster, revealing a vaguely visible smile.
Nan Fei could clearly feel his powerful heartbeat, as well as the strong hormonal scent combined with the faint smell of alcohol from him. Merged together, the combined scents were not only not offensive, but they carried a confusingly alluring charm.
She felt guilty, retreating repeatedly to establish a safe distance from him. Regretting silently, if she knew the person in the dark was Huo Beijiang, she would never have said what she had.
She just wished she could burrow into a hole somewhere—she was thoroughly disgraced!
