Situ Xuan took a big step forward, extended his arm, grabbed her wrist with one hand, and wrapped the other around her waist. With a strong pull, he drew her into his embrace.
The moment her fragrant and soft body fell into his arms, he inexplicably trembled, and a subtle, tender emotion instantly penetrated his senses, making him feel as though he was bathing in a hot spring, his whole being luxuriating in comfort and pleasure.
He had been with women before. But this soft, smooth, and naturally fresh feeling was like a city dweller suddenly catching a whiff of the fragrance of fresh grass, even his heart felt softened.
Jian Anning had almost lost her balance just now, and when he pulled her, she suddenly fell into his arms. Situ Xuan, being of mixed race, was physically stronger than Yu Zexiao. When she first entered, she was a bit dazed, but once she recovered, she seemed to realize something was wrong and tried to struggle.
