"Mmm~"
At that alluring moan, Mo Xie felt the woman in his arms tremble. Her fingers clutched his lapel tightly.
He had never expected such a strong reaction. When he looked down, his eyes fell on the deep cleavage her clothes could no longer conceal.
Perhaps because she had pressed herself against him so hard, her breasts were flattened against his chest, their softness impossible to ignore.
Mo Xie lost focus for a moment, then shook the thought from his head. He was about to ask if she was all right when he heard something odd.
"Drip... drip... drip..."
It sounded like water falling, but where would water come from here?
Puzzled, he started to look down, only to be shoved away.
Though Hua Yuezhu was still dazed, she snapped back to her senses when she saw what Mo Xie was about to do. Mortified, she used the last of her strength to push him away.
Without his support, her weak legs gave out. She landed on her backside with a cry of pain.
"Ow!"
She reacted quickly, drawing her long, black-stockinged legs together and tucking them in. One hand tugged down her fitted skirt while the other covered her chest. Her shoulders hunched, and tears gathered in her eyes.
She glared at Mo Xie, whose face she still could not quite make out, and bit her lower lip. If looks could kill, he would have died hundreds of times over. She warned him furiously.
"You absolutely, absolutely, absolutely cannot tell anyone what happened tonight! You didn't see anything. There's no way you touched my waist and I... I... Do you understand?"
"Are you all right? You look like you're having a hard time. Let me help you up."
Ignoring her warning, Mo Xie stepped forward, intending to help her.