His scorching breath sprayed on Bai Xianyu's ear. She did not need to look to know that her ear was red. She bit her lower lip. "You eavesdropped on our conversation?"
Xie Xingyun did not answer or let go of her. It had only been a few days. Why did he miss her so much?
It had been a long time since he had smelled the scent of the Chinese rose on her.
It was as if a long lifetime had passed.
He missed her till his heart ached.
Bai Xianyu felt that the hand on her waist was about to tighten. Her grip on the branch of peach blossoms paused. In the next second, her embroidered shoe ruthlessly stepped on Xie Xingyun's gold-and-black woven boots.
He did not even frown, but after a few seconds, he let go of her.
However, Bai Xianyu was not totally free. The man's iron arms were on both sides of her body, imprisoning her in the small space between his chest and the railing. The two of them were so close that not even a fist could be put in.