Mo Xing didn't stick around once Li Hua had left. He exited the same way he entered, his smile wide and predatory, showing off his straight pearly white teeth.
Once he was out in the forest again, his body flashed before appearing on the top of the pine tree. He stretched his hands over his head in a languid motion that rippled through his powerful frame, then leaned back with casual grace, one leg dangling as he watched her small figure disappear from his sight. His fingers absently traced his lips as the memory of her flooded his senses—those rosy, pouty lips had been so tempting, practically begging to be claimed. A low, seductive chuckle escaped him as he remembered how she'd trembled under his touch, trying so hard to maintain her fierce facade while her body betrayed her desire.
