Su Xuerong trembled violently, her body inexplicably burning up, the heat intensifying. She couldn't help but twist her body, saying, "Put me down, and talk to me properly..."
Suddenly, she froze.
She could clearly feel a change in a certain part of the man's body.
Xiao Yuan didn't let go either, just stared at her silently, his eyes beginning to darken.
Su Xuerong trembled with fear, a bead of sweat trickling down her forehead and flowing into the snow-white depths of her chest.
Xiao Yuan closed his eyes tightly, then suddenly stood up and released her.
Su Xuerong retreated a few steps as if fleeing, her face flushed: "Why don't you go back first, and let me think it over before we talk..."
Xiao Yuan also felt that he could no longer stay here.
He was about to lose control.
He calmed himself down for a moment, then got up and walked to the door.
Suddenly she turned around and said, "Arong, you don't need to worry about me. As long as you're willing, I won't let anyone hurt you again!"
After saying that, he quietly walked out.
Su Xuerong watched his figure disappear into the distance before finally letting out a long sigh of relief.
She was soaked to the bone, so she hurriedly took off her clothes and wiped herself haphazardly with a handkerchief. It took her a while to calm down and come to her senses.
He came today, asking himself if he had thought of him?
What does it mean exactly?
When did I first meet him?
Su Xuerong thought about it repeatedly and gradually began to understand its meaning.
It seemed that from the moment Xiao Yuan first saw him in Suzhou, the way he looked at him was very strange.
That was definitely not the look in a man's eyes when he sees a woman; it was more like seeing a long-lost acquaintance.
But when had she ever seen him?
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