His right arm slipped, and Ning Xiaofei slid down from his embrace. He quickly reached out to support her to prevent her from falling.
In his arms, suddenly there was warmth as if embracing a piece of warm jade.
The sweet scent of the girl was like a siren's song, strumming the nerves almost overtaken by desire. The slightest stimulation was a disaster for him.
He so wanted, so desired her…
Leaning against the door, his gaze fell on the girl's face, so close to his, her slightly parted lips, he instinctively leaned in towards her.
Just as their lips were about to meet, Xicheng abruptly lifted his arm to brace the door, forcibly pushing himself up to separate from Ning Xiaofei.
Without his support, Ning Xiaofei's body immediately slumped softly towards the ground.
Xicheng instinctively bent down to help her, but then hurriedly pulled his hand back.
"I... I'll go find someone... to help!"
