Xie Xun heard her voice and turned around. Fengyu had already collided into his arms. Xie Xun, with his tall and upright figure trained in martial arts since childhood, stood firm and held her steadily as she rushed into him, not moving an inch. With a soft and fragrant beauty in his embrace, he was about to tease Fengyu when suddenly, he felt a cold, soft sensation press against his lips. Xie Xun, startled by the chill, pursed his lips and ended up holding her soft, cold ear with them.
The boy's hot tongue lightly touched—an interplay of fire and ice. His mind momentarily blurred, and he gave a gentle nibble.
"Ah! Pain!" Fengyu's ear burned as if it had burst open, dripping with searing heat. She cried out in pain, her body trembling all over, letting out an unintelligible moan. Xie Xun froze briefly before hurriedly releasing her ear.
What was he doing!!!
