The scene before her eyes completely overturned Sang Xuewei's seventeen years of understanding. She remained in a dumbfounded posture, seemingly at a loss for words.
Meanwhile, Xia Wenjin glared fiercely at Huangfu Jingchen, only to see him looking pleadingly at her, his face slightly red, the flush extending to his ears.
She understood.
Huangfu Jingchen was using her as a shield.
He simply wanted Sang Xuewei to give up.
But damn it, she was actually taken advantage of!
Huangfu Jingchen's heart was pounding, almost leaping out of his chest. He had no idea which impulse had driven him to suddenly do that. When he felt Xia Wenjin's soft lips, his mind went blank, accompanied by sparkling fireworks that gave him a tingling sensation all over, a feeling that was novel, unique, and intoxicating.
He nearly wanted to go further, but the shock and anger in Xia Wenjin's eyes stopped him from daring to. Moreover, he immediately realized that Xia Wenjin was a man, a man!
