Situ Xuan watched indulgently as the woman in his arms struggled to escape, neither restraining her nor continuing to make things difficult for her. It was like a mischievous child watching a bird with broken wings struggle to escape its cage.
But Jian Anning, inhaling the intense fumes, couldn't even manage to come out of his embrace, let alone escape! Instantly, her face flushed with anger. And Situ Xuan, incredibly, was smiling as he helped her tidy the slightly disheveled hair from her struggles in his arms, careful as if he were tending to his wife.
Jian Anning struggled for quite some time, but there was no chance of getting away. She realized she had fallen into a trap, and with the effects of the fumes not yet fully out of her system, she couldn't muster any strength to resist. So she simply stopped moving, turned back, her eyes both angry and contemplative as she asked him, "Situ Xuan, what exactly do you want to do!"
