"Here..."
Lin Jiang's voice dropped several degrees, carrying a teasing warning. He leaned forward slightly, and an invisible pressure spread through the air.
"...wouldn't be very convenient, would it? Does Miss Dugu intend to do something with me here?"
With her wrist seized, Dugu Yan instinctively tried to wrench herself free, but Lin Jiang's hand was as steady as an iron clamp.
Their bodies were extremely close. She could practically feel the heat of his breath brushing her hair.
At twenty, she was far more mature and voluptuous than young girls like Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong. She was at an age when emotions and desire burned at their fullest and fiercest.
Her wrist was tightly gripped by his scorching palm, and that forceful touch mingled with the strange tremor brought on by Bewitching Touch.
Like a spark falling into an oil depot, an indescribable heat exploded through her body!
"You...!"
Dugu Yan's cheeks instantly flushed crimson, like ripe peaches, the color spreading all the way to her ears and neck.
Her breathing caught. Her emerald snake eyes, once brimming with provocation, uncontrollably clouded with watery mist, and her heartbeat abruptly accelerated.
The ambiguity in the air suddenly intensified, nearly condensing into dew.
Some desire within Dugu Yan seemed to awaken like creeping vines, driving her uncontrollably closer and closer to Lin Jiang.
Confusion and struggle intertwined in her emerald snake eyes. Her red lips parted slightly, and her hot breath nearly brushed against his cold mask.
Just as the distance between them was about to cross some dangerous boundary—
Click... clatter...
A chaotic set of footsteps and a man's gruff complaints suddenly came from the corridor outside!
"Damn it! What rotten luck today! We actually lost to a ragtag team like Shrek!"
One voice rang out, full of resentment