Hot.
She was feeling hot.
Ye Hongyan was getting turned on, her breath hitching as the warmth of Haoran's proximity and the heavy, intoxicating pull of her own long-suppressed desires began to thoroughly overwhelm her logical defenses.
The sheer kinetic heat radiating between their bodies made the cool night air of the sanctuary feel like a distant memory.
"Haoran..." She whispered softly.
But just as she leaned deeper into his embrace, her eyes accidentally drifted past the curve of his shoulder and landed squarely on the rigid, unmoving silhouette of Elder Mu, whose back was turned completely towards them just a few paces away on the balcony.
The harsh reality of the spectator's presence struck her like a splash of freezing water, throwing her mind into a sudden, frantic wave of moral panic.
