The soft body lunged forward, startling Yang Cheng, who immediately looked toward Chu Xiaoyu cradled in his arms, unable to stop himself from swallowing hard.
That stunningly beautiful face carried a faint blush, with eyes dazed and brimming with allure—she was the embodiment of a sorceress.
Any man, as long as he was normal, would likely find it impossible to resist this version of Chu Xiaoyu.
"Aunty, don't do this!"
But Yang Cheng reacted almost at once, quickly pushing Chu Xiaoyu aside as his expression turned serious. "We can't do this."
"I want… I really want it!"
However, Chu Xiaoyu's reason had long been overtaken by the yearning burning within her heart. Especially in that instant when she collapsed against Yang Cheng's chest, the distinctive scent of him—a tantalizing mixture akin to a sedative—caused the blaze of desire within her to burn even fiercer!
Men...
She wanted a man so badly!
