Watching Lin Zifeng's moves grow increasingly excessive, Su Ni had already started to feel anxious.
She had a temperament that was hard to control. For people she liked or found agreeable, she rarely resisted, but if someone displeased her, she scarcely masked her disdain and would even reveal her most primitive nature.
Moreover, she was very clever, but her combat power far exceeded her intelligence. In action, she still preferred to solve problems with force, which was not only simpler but also more satisfying for her.
Yet now, Lin Zifeng's masculine scent continuously assaulted her olfactory nerves. She had intended to push him away instinctually, but under such close contact, Su Ni froze. Her mind was in disarray, unsure whether to push him away then or to just be a meek woman.
Instantly, Su Ni nearly exercised the most vivid imagination she had ever had in her life. After a series of mental supplements, she had even considered the worst-case scenario.
But...
