His entire being was ignited by her proactive move, no longer capable of entertaining any other thoughts.
Huo Jingting turned around and held her tightly in his embrace.
He closed his eyes and kissed her forehead, his voice somewhat husky, "So, you realized your mistake?"
"..." The woman did not respond.
The little thing was still being stubborn with him.
Huo Jingting's lips traced down from her brows and eyes, feeling much relieved.
Knowing she came to him on her own accord, she still had some sense of conscience. Considering her initiative, he could barely forgive her.
His lips gradually moved to her ear, his voice increasingly husky and sensual, "Little enchantress."
Rong Wei's face turned red, as radiant as peach blossoms.
She thought he was cold and distant to everyone, but little did she know, that so-called aloofness was only because the person was not Gu Nanqiao.
