The subtle fragrance lingered in the air.
Feng Yexuan's breath caught, his tall, imposing frame inexplicably tense.
He couldn't look forward—if he did, she would be all he saw.
Closing his eyes, he thought that not seeing her would stop his spiraling thoughts, but instead, her presence became even more vivid.
Her unique scent wafted into his senses, making the blood in his body gradually come to a boil.
Too hot…
"You… stay away from me!"
Feng Yexuan thought his voice would sound rough enough, but unexpectedly, his words came out low, husky, saturated with intensity.
Thankfully, Chu Qianli, who was focused on tending his wound, didn't seem to notice his unnatural state.
Otherwise, this damned woman would surely mock him.
To be honest, even he couldn't understand why his supposedly unshakable self-control crumbled the moment she approached him.
All he felt was discomfort, and an overwhelming urge… an urge to hold her tightly against him!
