Just as she was about to walk forward, someone embraced her from behind, filling her arms. A low, sexy voice fell into her ears, "Don't wander off alone, you might get lost."
"Will...Will I?" Xing Ling's heart thumped wildly. "I'm just walking around nearby."
"Is your body up for it?"
"Of...Of course." Xing Ling stammered in response, as if she was vigorously denying what happened last night.
It was really crazy.
"Let's walk together." Ye Sihan took her small hand and moved forward along the path.
Xing Ling's cheeks were flushed, her heart fluttering like that of an eighteen-year-old experiencing early love.
Every scene was different, and Xing Ling's attention was soon captured.
"It seems I'm not as tempting as the scenery," Ye Sihan said, a hint of dissatisfaction in his voice.
"What?" Xing Ling turned her face to look at Ye Sihan beside her, meeting those pitch-black eyes.
His shadow pressed over, sealing her lips with a kiss.
