"Tang Feng, you little devil, you're quite the schemer. Take your hands off, or your sister might just kill you," Xia Jingyu's voice trembled, revealing her intense nervousness.
"Oh come on, I don't know who was hugging even tighter that day, even calling out 'brother.' Are you embarrassed to say it? All I'm doing now is collecting some interest. You think I'm so easy to embrace?" Tang Feng spoke without a hint of shame or breathlessness.
Xia Jingyu's face turned even redder upon hearing Tang Feng's words, and, in her anger, she pinched his waist hard.
Tang Feng drew a sharp breath and glared with fierce eyes, pulling Xia Jingyu even closer to him; the only thing separating them now was a layer of clothing.
Their heartbeats could be heard by each other. Tang Feng was very affected, and Xia Jingyu could fully feel it—the man's power was awakening, declaring itself.
Her body trembled slightly, and she could hardly speak.
