Long Yan barely managed to say a word before Miss Chu's slightly cold voice reached his ears, and he saw the girl shyly bury her head into his embrace.
"Hold me..."
Even Long Yan's nerves seemed to blur, then, as if drunk, he felt his head growing heavy and his feet light.
Suddenly, a silent tiger's roar echoed from within Long Yan's body, immediately pulling back his reason, which was teetering on the brink of crisis, and he pushed the person in his embrace away.
Long Yan turned his head away, not looking at Miss Chu's delicate face, which elicited sympathy, seemingly searching for something on the ground, then using True Qi to pick up the clothes Miss Chu had thrown on the floor earlier, and draped them over her.
"Put it on."
Miss Chu saw Long Yan turn around and bit her lip in anger, wanting to hug Long Yan from behind, but was dumbfounded by his next words.
"Stop playing those seductive tricks, they don't work on me."
