The night was silent and pitch-dark, and in such conditions, one's other senses would suddenly become more acute.
Xiao Yebai clearly smelled a fragrant scent, that usual aroma from Mo Weiyi, sweet and alluring; whenever she got close, it would invade his nostrils.
And at this moment, within that scent, there was a mix of other smells, like red wine, and like...
A soft, cold hand pressed against his chest.
Xiao Yebai's entire body tensed instantly, and his mind regained its clarity in a moment.
He reached out and forcefully brushed the hand away.
But very quickly, Mo Weiyi wrapped around him again.
And this time with both hands, hugging his waist tightly, her body pressing close to his.
Unlike her cool fingers, her body was very warm, and with her voice, sweet and melodious, she called out for him, "Xiaobai, Xiaobai, why are you pushing me away..."
Xiao Yebai gripped her wrists.
His grip was very strong.