Qiao Xi groped at thin air!
Amidst the dim lighting and hazy vision, she misjudged the distance between them.
She couldn't reach Huo Xingzhou with her outstretched hand.
Her hand fumbled a few more times, clutching only at air.
The corners of Huo Xingzhou's mouth bore a faint smile as he approached her. His white bathrobe was open, his voice low and seemingly enticing: "What do you want to do?"
Qiao Xi drew back her fingers, curling them into a fist as she said, "Nothing at all."
It was the alcohol that went to her head, and his muscles that dazzled her eyes. Never before had she openly and boldly felt the sensation of a belly to this extent.
But she vaguely sensed it was firm and strong.
Huo Xingzhou took her wrist, pressing her palm against his abdominal muscles: "There's no need for politeness between us. If you want to touch, go ahead..."
Qiao Xi's cheeks blushed slightly, her plump, lustrous lips tightly pursed.
Her fingers tentatively prodded once.
Then another poke!