Scarlett Yates couldn't hear any of these words.
Her mind was burned into confusion, she only felt heat, like a flame surrounding her, scorching temperatures evaporating her body's moisture bit by bit.
She was desperately thirsty.
Her throat was full of fire.
She cried out in distress, "Maxwell Saxon, I really feel awful."
Her body's instinct urged her to move closer to him, as if the nearer she got to him, the less unbearable it would be.
So, following her body's instincts, she suddenly hooked her arm around Maxwell Saxon's neck, pulling him fiercely towards her.
"Scarlett, you..." Maxwell Saxon's startled voice was muffled by Scarlett Yates.
His body stiffened, and a hint of surprise flashed in his cool gaze, which softened into astonishment after a few seconds.
Scarlett Yates kissed his cold lips, like a child tasting candy for the first time, almost greedily absorbing the coolness between his lips and teeth.
She was powerless to think.
