Tong Xi's back was pressed against the wall, cold behind her, yet in front was Yunqing's strong body, warm embrace, and smoldering gaze.
Her heart was racing.
At this moment, the gaze of this man in front of her seemed too wicked.
Transforming into a werewolf?
Suddenly, Tong Xi thought of those films about vampires and werewolves, only to feel the blood in her veins surging and pulsing as if Yunqing could lower his head and bite through her veins.
As for Yunqing, he just stared into her eyes, those glaze-like eyes full of shimmering lustrous beauty and bashfulness.
This side of her made Yunqing a bit overwhelmed, instinctively wanting to kiss her.
His head lowered bit by bit, and his gaze became increasingly gentle.
But just before touching her lips, suddenly footsteps approached.
Instantly, Tong Xi pushed Yunqing aside, and soon, the kitchen door opened, Xu Bing walked in with a large bamboo rack of jiaozi.
