Huo Zhanting's scorching breath quivered An Lan's heart, his innate cool and crisp scent of cedarwood seemed ignited, becoming intense and ambiguous. In the quiet room, the ambiguous sound of water echoed.
He was like a snow leopard hiding in the dark, hunting, enclosing his prey tightly in his arms, devouring her completely.
An Lan was so dizzy from the kiss, she had no time to think. Suddenly, her body was lifted off the ground, embraced by Huo Zhanting. She instinctively clung tightly around his neck.
By the time Huo Zhanting finally let her go, she realized that she was lying on the bed at some point. Her face was flushed, her lips still wet and rosy, slightly open as she greedily sucked in the oxygen from the air.
A warm flow spread from her heart to her entire body, her fair skin gained a pinkish hue, and under the moonlight, it was as if draped with a layer of ambiguous pink gauze.
