Asharuiya gazed at Mo Xie's helpless state, her beautiful eyes curving into crescents. She could not help imagining herself as a wicked older woman and the young man before her as someone she had coveted for ages. Now he had fallen into her trap and was at her mercy.
Hearing Mo Xie's halting voice, she cupped his slightly flushed face in her cool hands. Warmth met her touch, and as she looked into his hazy eyes, a sense of conquest welled up inside her.
Her slender fingers traced his smooth skin, then slid slowly to his thin lips. Finally, she wrapped both arms around Mo Xie's head and gently nestled it against her ample chest.
Asharuiya felt his warm breath brush against her chest. The strange sensation deepened the blush already on her cheeks, tinting her fair skin pink. Her eyes grew languid and alluring; desire had plainly stirred.
She discreetly rubbed her rounded thigh. Rather than release Mo Xie, she stroked the back of his head as though soothing a child.
Mo Xie's face was crimson and his breathing heavy. His eyelids, trembling at first, gradually grew too heavy to keep open. He paid no heed to the softness against his face or the milky scent lingering at his nose. Unable to summon any strength or even speak, he could only lie passively in Asharuiya's arms.
Asharuiya radiated maternal warmth. She breathed out softly, brought her red lips to Mo Xie's ear, and said in a sultry voice,
"Little Evil, remember this: never trust what a woman says. I wouldn't want another woman tricking you someday."
With that, she supported Mo Xie and leaned him against herself.
Meanwhile, many eyes turned their way, carrying envy, jealousy, admiration... and even a trace of anticipation.
Women and men were much the