He was clearly noble and abstinent, like an unattainable flower, yet the words he spoke were tinged with seductiveness.
It made Qiao Xi involuntarily blush.
She retorted with a stern face, "No."
"Then... how about we try artificial respiration again? This time, you teach me," he said, looking at her.
"No."
Qiao Xi shook her head.
Huo Xingzhou watched her silently, making her feel uneasy.
"Mr. Huo, I'm going to wash up and rest now. Remember to go to sleep early," she said, nearly fleeing in panic. But as she jumped down from the washstand, Huo Xingzhou caught her in one swift motion.
She fell right into his arms.
"That's not fair," he said with a smile, his frosty face drawing near, "you satisfy your craving and then ignore whether I live or die."
"I didn't."
Qiao Xi denied.
"Then I won't hold back," he said, and then he kissed her swollen lips passionately. Slow and deliberate, as if he had all the time in the world to deal with her.
