Ning Xia was initially unresponsive until Bo Siyan whispered the rest of his words into her ear, and in that instant, a surge of blood rushed to her face, setting it ablaze.
"You…"
She barely got out one word before her hand was grasped by the man's large palm and, without explanation, pulled down.
When her palm touched something hot and hard, Ning Xia's mind went blank, her hand trembled violently, wanting to pull away, but she couldn't match Bo Siyan's strength in the slightest.
Throughout the entire process, Ning Xia was dazed, rigid, with only the man's increasingly rapid and heavy breathing sounds reaching her ears.
No knowing how much time had passed, a low groan escaped from the man's throat as his tall frame slumped onto her, his scorching breath ceaselessly fanning her neck, causing goosebumps all over her body.
