Nan Fei tried to remove her hand from his waist, but he anticipated her intention, keeping a firm hold on her hand.
"Let go!" Nan Fei's mind gradually cleared, and her fingertips touched his skin, feeling an intense heat.
His skin was scorching, its heat setting her heart aflutter. The palm she had resting on his body felt as if burnt, while her other hand, which he was gripping, remained cool.
She couldn't help but feel like she was losing her mind. Otherwise, how could her senses be so heightened?
"No let go."
"Huo Beijiang, you rascal, let me go."
A devilish smile flashed across his handsome face. He slightly arched an eyebrow, his voice husky and dark, "Since you already called me a rascal, if I don't act like one, it seems I'd be doing my title a disservice."
