As Xiao Yao's gaze grew increasingly heated, the blush on Xun Er's cheeks deepened. After a moment, she suddenly took out a black scroll from her Storage Ring and shoved it into Xiao Yao's hands, then turned to flee. However, Xiao Yao was quick-eyed and swift-handed. He grabbed her jade-white wrist and gave it a slight tug, pulling her into his embrace amid her soft cry of surprise.
As her delicate body crashed into Xiao Yao's arms, Xun Er felt the warmth radiating through his clothes. The blush on her cheeks was so deep it seemed ready to drip with water. After struggling slightly, she could only give up her futile resistance and murmured in a voice as faint as a mosquito's, "Don't."
His arm quietly wrapped around her slender waist, so delicate it seemed it could be held in one hand. The pleasant sensation made Xiao Yao's heart stir. Looking down at Xun Er's thoroughly flushed face, he teased, "Xun Er, coming to my room in the middle of the night—be honest, could it be that you have some designs on me?"
"Accusing the victim first." Xun Er frowned slightly and muttered softly.
Seeing Xun Er pouting, wearing an aggrieved little-woman expression that was rarely seen on her, Xiao Yao's arm around her waist involuntarily tightened. His other hand lifted her smooth chin.
Under Xun Er's wide, limpid gaze, Xiao Yao looked at her rosy, alluring lips with a hint of desire in his eyes. A teasing smile once again appeared on his lips as he leaned down and said, "Xun Er, looking so delicate and tempting while coming here in the dead of night... are you hinting that I should make the first move?"
"B-Brother Xiao Yao, you must keep this thing safe."
Understanding what Xiao Yao meant,