Bold and passionate love: Acting coquettishly in Mr. Huo's arms

It was like several tiny electric currents scraping along the skin of the cochlea, sending a tingling sensation all the way to the bottom of my heart.

Xia Xinyi almost screamed.

Too over the top.

Her cheeks flushed and she looked up at him with bright eyes.

I want to hear him say more, I want to get closer to him, I want to smell his scent, I want to see his smile a little longer.

Her heart was screaming wildly, and her body seemed to have its own consciousness. She couldn't help but take a step forward and stand closer to him.

Unexpectedly, Huo Yan took a step back.

He seemed a little confused about his behavior. He lowered his head and glanced at his feet, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

Why did my body seem to have consciousness and unconsciously distance myself from her?

Don't want to get too close to her?

Obviously, he wished he could shrink his wife into a thumb-sized figurine, put her in his pocket, and carry her wherever he went.

Stick together all the time and don't separate for a second.

"Why aren't you talking, ma'am?"

Putting aside his indifferent thoughts, he looked at her, his brows full of doubts: "Who made Madam unhappy?"

"No, no."

Xia Xinyi's eyes flashed and she responded.

The voice was as thin as a mosquito's, and the heart almost jumped out of the throat.

Guilty conscience and remorse mixed with indescribable excitement formed a complex and indescribable feeling that made her head feel hot and swollen.

She didn't even know what she wanted to do.

She seemed to be split into two.

One who controls his body but has a blank mind, instinctively wants to prolong this time of being alone together.

The other one was floating in the air, with countless thoughts flooding her head, struggling to leave immediately.

She can't do this.

Ms. Ruan was her benefactor, who brought her out of the sea of ​​suffering and gave her more possibilities in life.

How could she repay kindness with enmity?

but--

"Mr. Huo, are you tired?"

Her eyes were sparkling and bright, her eye sockets were slightly red and hot, and there was a hint of tears in them.

Xia Xinyi looked up at him, her voice tense: "I'll help you go and rest, okay?"

Huo Yan lowered his eyes and looked at her.

He was obviously drunk. The man, who was always serious and had a straight back, leaned against the wall, showing a bit of casualness, and even his meticulous hair was a little messy.

But his pair of dark eyes, in the dim light, were deep, cold and unfathomable.

It was as if he could see through her disguise, directly into her heart, and see her unspeakable thoughts at a glance.

Xia Xinyi's heart was in her throat, and she didn't know whether he was drunk or sober.

"Mr. Huo?"

She swallowed dryly, gave a hasty smile, and asked with all her might, "You, why aren't you talking?"

"it is good."

After a moment's silence, Huo Yan responded briefly and raised his arm lazily.

Motioned her to come over and support.

Fireworks exploded in Xia Xinyi's heart, and her cheeks were hot with joy and excitement.

Only then did she realize that her palms were already sweating from nervousness.

She wiped her hands hurriedly on the hem of her skirt to make sure they were dry. Then she stepped forward with her chest pounding and carefully held his arm.

She, she actually touched him.

At this moment, she was so happy that she wanted to cry.

She felt like a blasphemous thief and even wondered if this was a dream.

Otherwise, how could she, such a terrible person, be worthy of having contact with him and standing so close to him?

She couldn't help but raise her hand and pinch her thigh hard.

pain.

The piercing pain made the corners of her mouth curl up high and she couldn't lower them no matter what.

So happy.

This is not a dream.

She could actually touch him, standing so close to him, close enough to smell his wonderful scent.

Even when drunk, he was still so perfect, so perfect that it made her feel ashamed and panicked, fearing that her existence had defiled the gods.

"Where are you taking me, ma'am?"

Huo Yan chuckled softly, his features obscured in the shadows. His voice was low and soft, almost bewitching: "I'm so tired. I want to have a good sleep."

where to?

Where else can I go?

Xia Xinyi doesn't know nothing.

She lived with Li Wenzhou for two years. When she worked at Sands, she also witnessed the colorful and bizarre night life.

She knew clearly that going to different rooms would lead to different results.

Now, the choice is hers.

Should I send him back to his room safely to rest, or should I take advantage of this short night?

Her heart was in turmoil, a struggle between heaven and earth.

So much so that she didn't notice the subtle coldness in the man's eyes when he looked at her.

With her head lowered, her eyelashes trembled at a terrifying frequency.

After a while, she whispered, "Mr. Huo, just come with me."

She supported him and, using the little light that came through the open door, carefully went upstairs, walking slowly and steadily.

"Be careful with the steps, keep your legs elevated."

Her voice was gentle and soothing, like that of a loving little wife, or like that of a devout believer who held him in her palm and cared for him devoutly, reminding him tirelessly.