Wen Zhili’s eyes went wide.
She looked utterly dumbstruck, frozen in place.
A meaningful glint flickered in Huo Shengbai’s eyes, the corners of his lips curling upward in a smile that seemed almost…
Like a seductive demon’s.
It wasn’t until Huo Shengbai approached her, standing just a step away, that she finally snapped out of her daze and hurriedly covered her eyes with her hands.
But it was too late.
Huo Shengbai’s soft chuckle drifted into her ears: “Lili, isn’t it a bit late to be shy now…”
Wen Zhili’s cheeks burned hot, and even the palms pressed against them felt warm.
She stubbornly insisted, “I… I didn’t see anything!”
Huo Shengbai deliberately drew out his words: “Oh~ So you watched for a whole minute and saw nothing? Then… do you want to keep looking?”
Wen Zhili swallowed hard but still shook her head, her voice soft and sweet: “No!”
But the next second, she was lifted by the man and placed on his lap.
And under his guidance, her hand landed on his abs.
Huo Shengbai leaned close to her ear, continuing to tempt her like a demon luring an innocent little rabbit: “Since you don’t want to look, it seems you want to touch instead!”
That’s not it!
But his abs seemed to act like magnets, firmly holding her small hand in place, keeping it pressed against his muscles.
Her heart beat faster and faster.
That night, she hadn’t really taken the time to appreciate the man’s abs.
Tonight, she truly experienced what eight-pack abs felt like!
Wen Zhili’s palm grew hotter and hotter.
Her other hand remained firmly over her eyes, blocking her view of the man before her.
But with her vision restricted, her hearing became exceptionally sharp.
The man’s breathing grew increasingly ragged.
He was panting so heavily!
Help!
Her ears felt like they were almost pregnant.
Wen Zhili finally realized she couldn’t let this continue, or the consequences would be unimaginable.
She withdrew her hand from Huo Shengbai’s abs and whispered guiltily, “I’m not touching anymore.”
Huo Shengbai forcibly restrained his surging desire. “Alright.”
The moment Wen Zhili opened her eyes and looked at him, the madness and obsession in his gaze receded like a tide, returning to their usual gentleness and calm.
Huo Shengbai couldn’t resist kissing Wen Zhili’s rosy cheek, whispering tenderly, “Goodnight, my darling. Sleep well.”
“Mm.”
Wen Zhili thought he meant they would sleep separately, without disturbing each other.
But instead, he pulled her into his embrace, his arm tightly wrapped around her waist.
Wen Zhili couldn’t help but say, “It’s so hot. Don’t hold me so tight.”
But Huo Shengbai only loosened his grip slightly, still keeping her firmly within his embrace, as if guarding his prey—a little rabbit—afraid it might escape.
Wen Zhili tried squirming a few more times, hoping he would let her go.
The man’s low, husky voice sounded in her ear: “Lili, be good. If you keep moving, I might really lose control.”
If this had happened before, Wen Zhili wouldn’t have understood what he meant.
But now, she understood instantly.
So she immediately stopped moving, obediently letting the man hold her as she fell asleep.
Before she knew it, she drifted off.Unbeknownst to her, the man opened his eyes, gazing at the treasure he had painstakingly hidden like an excited beast, too enthralled to sleep.
The night grew deeper.
Wen Zhili fell into a nightmare.
So hot! So painful!
Flames engulfed her.
The fire devoured her skin inch by inch.
She crawled desperately on the ground, trying to escape the room, but no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn’t break free from the inferno.
…
Someone, save me!
It hurts so much!
In the nightmare, Wen Zhili curled up in agony, trembling violently.
Tears seeped from the corners of her eyes.
Painful cries for help escaped her lips: “It hurts! It hurts! Save me…”
Huo Shengbai, who hadn’t been asleep, immediately sensed something was wrong. He tightly wrapped his arms around Wen Zhili’s waist and frantically tried to wake her: “Lili, wake up. Don’t be afraid, you must be having a nightmare.”
A nightmare?
Was it really just a nightmare?
Wen Zhili slowly opened her eyes.
Then why did her skin hurt so much now?
It felt like being scorched by fire, a pain that pierced straight to the heart!
Wen Zhili’s fingers dug fiercely into her arms, her face contorted with agony, her eyes filled with terror. “It hurts! It hurts! There’s fire! I’m on fire! It hurts so much!”
Crystal-clear tears streamed continuously from her eyes, rolling down onto the back of his hand.
Huo Shengbai’s heart ached terribly. He quickly checked Wen Zhili’s arms—there was no fire, only the marks left by her frantic scratching.
He grabbed Wen Zhili’s hands, stopping her from scratching further. “Lili, look, there’s no fire.”
But Wen Zhili continued to writhe in pain. “It hurts! There’s fire… save me.”
Huo Shengbai’s heartache turned his eyes red at the corners. He hurriedly blew on her arms, comforting her as he did so: “I’m blowing on it, the fire is all gone… Lili, do you feel a little better now?”