Freya's slender eyelashes hung low, her eyes a turbid blush, indecipherable and complex.
She could feel the feverish heat of her cheeks, and even sense some unbecoming desire burgeoning deep within.
Dragon Blood coursed through her veins, boiling at that moment; her draconic nature sparked an insatiable thirst, a fire raged, and a tempting glimmer flashed then vanished within her typically cold, red pupils.
Xia Feng was startled as he grasped Freya's delicate shoulders, feeling a slight sting in his earlobes. The woman's ambiguous breaths rushed urgently into his ears, as if restrained impatience was becoming unbearable.
The string of reason tightened to its limit, about to snap at any moment.
"Ms. Fu..."
Freya snapped back to reality and, after a two-second pause, lifted her head, staring sternly at the close-up black pupils of her student and said seriously, "You little brat, have you thought about one thing?"
"What?"
