Siren Call

He did not need Tang Yichen's lame tricks. He was pretty sure those "tricks," whatever they were, would end up hurting him instead of helping him.

Upon returning to the living room, he found that Xu Xiyan was no longer there. He looked all over for her, and finally heard the sound of running water from the bathroom.

He could see, through the misty glass, the vague outline of Xu Xiyan's alluring figure. It was like a siren call. Huo Yunshen swallowed heavily as warmth pooled in his lower abdomen.

He had fantasized about throwing her onto a bed and ravishing her so many times now he had lost count.

But alas! The wheelchair got in his way. He could not act out his fantasies so long as he was in it.

The sound of running water stopped, and Huo Yunshen quickly wheeled himself away.