The Demonic Flame Opens

Yao Wan never wanted to experience what had happened last night again, no matter what.

After they had forcibly pinned her down, she had simply and directly been filled to the brim...

Yao Wan coughed lightly. What was even more terrifying was not merely the surging, wave-like delirium this time, but the way the reserve in Yao Wan's heart had slowly crumbled bit by bit along with that ant-nest-like crack.

After all, that thing...

Wasn't there a saying about it...?

The closest distance between a man and a woman was that thing...

After avoiding Xiao Yan's gaze, a rosy flush flew unbidden across Yao Wan's cheeks. She only felt terribly hot, dizzy, and muddled.

She had always scoffed at that kind of saying before, but sometimes there really was no small gap between theory and practice.

It was not that the saying was definitely right, but when it came to the relationship between Yao Wan and Xiao Yan, it actually was not wrong.

"...Improper."

Faced with Xiao Yan's teasing, the flush on Yao Wan's cheeks had yet to fade, and she subconsciously muttered.

"Wan'er isn't exactly all that proper on normal days either, is she? Isn't it a little unfair to say only I'm improper?"

Xiao Yan moved a little closer to Yao Wan, but scared Yao Wan so much that she instinctively shifted her snowy hips backward.

"I told you, keep your distance!"

Xiao Yan's sudden action truly startled Yao Wan badly. Even those pretty brows of hers trembled lightly with it, and she immediately warned him in a stern tone. However, to Xiao Yan, this movement had no deterrent force to speak of; instead, it was a little too adorable.

"Ah..."

"But Wan'er never said how far this distance had to be, right?"

"No exploiting loopholes! That isn't