Despite her reluctance to be led by the nose by Gu Xu, just one look into those focused eyes made her defenses crumble.
Her heart softened, and any further struggle was futile.
Huo Sining was very clear about the changes in her psyche; she did not feel aversion to Gu Xu's kiss, instead, there was a sense of excitement and shyness within her.
The scent she breathed in was entirely that of Gu Xu, the unique masculine fragrance of a mature man, with a hint of tobacco—a faint scent that was impossible to ignore.
Because they were so close, she could even hear the sound of their hearts beating violently at the same frequency.
In Gu Xu's repeated teasing and restrained attempts, Huo Sining's body became tender, her mind shockingly buzzed as if the sky spun and the earth whirled or as though a sudden spring breeze had come, making hundreds of flowers bloom.