Mo Junhua shook his head; his body was burning up, an effect of certain woman always seducing him, causing his hormones to suddenly ferment; in the army, other than males, there were only males. Where would he have the chance?
Lan Tian was half-crouching in front of Mo Junhua, her silky smooth black hair cascading onto her chest, revealing her jade-like translucent neck. Mo Junhua's eyes darkened, the urge he had just suppressed suddenly rebounded fiercely, irrepressible.
Today, Lan Tian was wearing a round-neck buttoned dress of clear blue. The weather was hot, and the topmost button wasn't fastened, exposing her delicate collarbone. The scenery below her collarbone was faintly concealed within her dress.
A subtle fragrance filled his nostrils, mingled with the cool scent of Cha Hua. Mo Junhua swallowed hard, cursing inwardly, "That little temptress," yet his expression remained cool and composed, unfazed.
