Qian Renxue listened to Mo Lin's thanks and hugged him tightly as well:
"Of course. I'll definitely keep an eye on you. You're my man."
Although the two had been discussing serious matters just now, Mo Lin still held Qian Renxue after they finished. They had already confirmed their relationship, so there was naturally nothing wrong with such behavior. Young couples hugging and cuddling was perfectly normal, especially in the privacy of their own room, where they were not deliberately flaunting their affection and disrupting public order.
However, Qian Renxue's delicate fragrance kept drifting into Mo Lin's nose, while her curvaceous body pressed tightly against his. Their thin bathrobes could not block the warmth of their bodies, and under such circumstances, Mo Lin's body underwent a certain change.
For a grown man to have a reaction in such a warm situation was an extremely awkward thing. It was easy for others to mistake him for a pervert or a lecher. Naturally, Mo Lin did not want anyone to see him that way—though men were all more or less the same—so he immediately loosened his arms, intending to put some distance between himself and Qian Renxue first.
But when Mo Lin loosened his hold, he discovered in surprise that Qian Renxue had not let go with him. Instead, she tightened her grip and pressed even closer.
"Xue, we still have to travel tomorrow. We should get some rest early," Mo Lin said, already having guessed what Qian Renxue might be thinking and testing the waters slightly.
Qian Renxue raised her head to look at Mo Lin, then licked her lips.
That seductive gesture instantly stoked the wicked fire within Mo Lin. When a woman who constantly radiated a sacred aura made such a move toward a man, its destructive power rose