The sunshine was blinding, the air scalding hot.
When Ya Tianxing halted his steps, the distance between him and Mo Shangjun was a mere stride away.
Mo Shangjun slightly lifted her eyes, but her view above was obscured by the brim of her hat. Being half a head taller, when Ya Tianxing stepped forward, all she could see were his bridge of nose, thin lips, chin, and the sexy Adam's apple.
With a hook of his lip, he displayed an unrestrained, flamboyant devilishness.
Mo Shangjun felt an intangible pressure swoop in head-on, pressing her fiercely from head to toe, causing her shoulders to sink involuntarily, only to be lifted by her again.
"Ease up a bit,"
she heard him say in a husky, deep voice, every word tantalizing.
So instead of relaxing as he suggested, her body tensed even more, from top to bottom, every hair strand in line, leaving Ya Tianxing blind to find any fault in her movements.
"Reporting!" Mo Shangjun yelled.