The blade pressed tightly against Xiang Laner's fair neck, already marking it with a bloody trace; the slightest loss of control could cause the pale flesh to burst into a wide gash.
His other arm was wrapped tightly across her chest, hugging Xiang Laner close—a textbook hostage situation.
Thus, Xiang Laner's back was pressed tightly against his front, and they could both clearly feel each other's body heat and contours. However, Shi Chun was in no mood to appreciate her warmth and curves; what he sensed was the imminent approach of danger.
A furious blush of shame surfaced on Xiang Laner's face. Though she came from a brothel, she never sold her body and had never been held so tightly by a man.
Even the impulsive embraces of Bian Weikang would be quickly diffused by her.
