073 Mr. Qiao is Poisonous_1

The dim light was shrouded in mist, faintly pale.

The space seemed veiled by a layer of mystery.

Their eyes met in the freezing air, clashing.

Chi Yue's hand was gripped by Qiao Dongyang as she lay on top of him, so close that she could clearly sense his breath.

So very close.

So very close.

She remained motionless, desperately searching for that familiar feeling of repulsion, disgust, hatred—emotions she expected to feel.

But there was nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

Her mind was blank.

Reason told her she didn't dislike it.

Just like that night in the grove, when she touched his face, his head...

Gradually drawing closer, gradually losing instinct...

Yes, Chi Yue thought she should feel repulsion, intense disgust, a physical urge to vomit... but none of that occurred, even though they were so close.

"Have you seen enough?"

Qiao Dongyang was a normal man.

How could he not feel the soft woman on top of him, watching him with a strange gaze?