The stifling masculine heat rushed towards her.
Jiayi held her breath, knowing who it was without even looking.
As expected, when she looked up, the sullen handsome face set against the backdrop of the deep sea had already blended into the darkness of the night.
"What were you just doing?"
Huo Zhenyang trapped her between himself and the yacht's railings, leaning down and questioning with a heavy gaze.
The tall and handsome man leaned against the railing, encircling the petite and lovely little woman,
To onlookers, this seemed like a man whispering intimately with his female companion, unaware that a severe interrogation was underway.
"I... didn't do anything. I was just making a call to Zaizai, I told Ade," she said, feeling inexplicably guilty under his sharp gaze.
But why should she feel guilty? She hadn't done anything wrong by him!
"Really?"
Huo Zhenyang forcefully lifted her flushed cheek—the result of running away from Shangguan—sparing no effort with his fingers.
