Lu Yinxing was like a cat that had gotten its way.
Twisting in his embrace.
Even burying her face in Xia Ye's chest.
She liked this smell.
This faint fragrance resembling some kind of herbal freshness.
It was the scent that accompanied Lu Yinxing as she grew up.
As if it was a deep-seated attachment within her heart.
Also, as if wrapped in such a scent, Lu Yinxing felt an inexplicable sense of security.
But in Xia Ye's view.
Lu Yinxing's actions at this moment were simply seduction.
The way she behaved when drunk was really different from her usual self.
Seeing her like this, his heart inexplicably felt as if it had been ignited.
Fortunately, Xia Ye quickly tossed Lu Yinxing onto the bed.
Xia Ye felt he must leave.
Otherwise, he might exploit the situation.
He didn't want that.
But when he was about to leave, Lu Yinxing directly grabbed Xia Ye's arm, looking at him pitifully: "Brother, stay with me."
Xia Ye only felt as if he'd been struck by a bolt of lightning.
