However, this small act of compliance undoubtedly added an invisible kindling to Feng Chengjin's heart tonight.
Suddenly, not only was there a blazing fire, but it was like a volcanic eruption.
If all the visual sensations earlier were torture he could scarcely endure, this delicate, fragrant body in his arms at this moment pushed him even closer to the brink of collapse.
So, in an instant, Feng Chengjin couldn't help but tighten his arm around her waist, as his whole body's blood boiled and surged.
His backbone was layered with sweat, even turning from cold to hot.
Gu Zixuan felt it, especially as Feng Chengjin's body became noticeably rigid, like iron.
With a hint of surprise, she turned to look at him.
Under the orange light, Feng Chengjin's handsome face was covered with a faint pink-golden hue, dreamy yet god-like, complemented by his clear muscular lines, enough to make any woman's heart race.
