C954 Strange

Shen Di felt a wave of heat wash over her, accompanied by a strange sensation that she couldn't quite place. She heard the rustling of fabric and instinctively grabbed the hand that was pressing against her chest, murmuring in a daze, "Feng Bing, stop messing around."

A low, husky voice whispered in her ear, "I'm not messing around. Let go of my hand."

"Feng Bing