"Are we good to go? We should head back early; don't keep them waiting too long."
Before she could finish, Yu Zexiao suddenly embraced her from behind!
Jian Anning was startled, almost letting out a scream, but she held it back. Turning her head with a blush, she asked, "Let's go, stop fooling around, we should head back."
The man's tall frame hugged her tightly, pressing against her back. She could almost feel his heartbeat racing, his entire being like a furnace, bursting with intense passion!
Upon hearing Jian Anning's words, Yu Zexiao did not loosen his grip; instead, he leaned in closer, delicately pecking at her hair. She did not carry any scent of cosmetics or perfume—owing to her usual diet of fruits and vegetables, she seemed to exude a faint natural fragrance. He lingered, gently sniffing amidst her hair, until finally his lips found her translucent earlobe and softly took it into his mouth.
