"An-Xia-Xia." He said her name one syllable at a time, sounding unexpectedly serious.
An Xiaxia cringed uneasily, but he held her by her shoulders and forced her to look into his eyes.
"Are you that afraid of me?" His voice sounded hoarse.
An Xiaxia was speechless. Who wouldn't be? He was such a devil!
"Let go of me and let's talk like civil people…" She pushed Qi Yanxi with all her might, but he sat there like a wall made of steel. She was busting her arse and he remained where he was.
Her clear eyes were now filled with panic as she looked at him in utter confusion.
Qi Yanxi's eyes seemed to turn darker and they flickered with an incomprehensible light.
He moved closer to An Xiaxia's little face and she could feel his warm breath on her skin, which alarmed her right away.
Holy crap! He wasn't going to kiss her, was he?
