Huo Shengnan was overcome with embarrassment. She pushed his hand away and tried to stand, but Hu Xiaotian caught her. She could already see his intentions in his eyes. Pressing her lips shut and clenching her teeth, she hardly dared breathe. Her beautiful eyes glared fiercely at him, yet she found she could not muster the slightest murderous menace against this scoundrel. She understood now that he was doing this deliberately, looting a burning house by exploiting her guilt over accidentally injuring him to take every advantage of her.
Hu Xiaotian was certainly not someone who quit while he was ahead. He only grew bolder, taking a mile when given an inch, and pulled Huo Shengnan into his arms again.
Deep down, however, Huo Shengnan felt no resistance. Instead, she rather enjoyed it, feeling as though her whole body were floating among the clouds.
The sight of Huo Shengnan losing herself in passion set Hu Xiaotian's blood surging even more fiercely. If he could sit with a beauty in his lap and remain unmoved at a time like this, was he even a man? Just as the scoundrel prepared to take the next step, Liang Dazhuang's voice suddenly came from outside. "Has the Young Master returned?"
The call jolted Huo Shengnan out of her passion. Her face crimson with shame, she shoved Hu Xiaotian away, holding nothing back this time. Caught completely off guard, he sprawled on the floor with his limbs splayed.
Without even checking whether he was hurt, Huo Shengnan pulled open the door and fled like the wind to her own room, terrified someone would discover what they had just been doing.
Lying on the floor, Hu Xiaotian felt a dull ache at the top of his thigh, another in his chest, and yet another in his