The buzzing sound in Jiang Ruan's ears grew more intense. The man's icy scent grew more evident, entering her nostrils, tugging at the strings of her heart and inciting an addiction.
"Ruanruan, don't be angry, okay?"
He said.
Suddenly, Jiang Ruan felt a fiery sensation in her throat. A sense of restlessness she had never experienced before permeated her entire body, seeping into every cell.
Her hands and feet were going numb.
"...Huh?"
After a while, she made a hoarse noise.
The mischief in her peach blossom eyes faded rapidly, replaced by an innocent coquettishness.
The delicate, beautiful hand of Fu Chi gently brushed her soft hair, and he whispered, "Didn't you want a hug?"
Jiang Ruan's brain was in a daze.
When did she request a hug?
She had just wanted to apologize. She hadn't gotten to finish her sentence.
The man chuckled softly. His voice was husky, terribly seductive. He sat up and released her. His cool fingertips brushed casually past her earlobe.
