Zhixi's eyes widened, and for a moment, she really wavered...
Maybe... maybe familiar experiences could indeed help her remember?
He Jingyao saw her hesitation, his gaze deepened, and he decisively started to take off her shirt.
Fortunately, the weather wasn't cold, so she was only wearing a shirt. With a casual pull, the buttons popped off, and immediately, the softness of her chest appeared before his eyes, wrapped in a flesh-colored bra, perky and enticing.
His breath hitched, his eyes turning dark and frightening.
Zhixi snapped back to reality, seeing the desire rapidly burning in the man's eyes, she was petrified.
"Jingyao..." she murmured, instinctively feeling danger.
"Hmm." The man responded hoarsely, his Adam's apple bobbing as he lowered his head and kissed her.
She shuddered, instinctively struggling, but her hands were firmly held down by the man, unable to move.
Wherever the man kissed felt like it caught fire, spreading rapidly over her entire body.
