Fu Yan couldn’t imagine a scene more awkward than this. Not only had she failed to keep her footing, she had actually fallen straight into Bai Li’s arms.
It seemed to take forever for her senses to return. At last, Fu Yan slowly lifted her head from the pale, jade-like curve of Bai Li’s neck. At this very moment, the two of them were locked in an extremely intimate posture, holding each other tightly.
There was a faint fragrance on Bai Li’s body, barely there yet unmistakable, winding quickly around Fu Yan’s nose. Her mind seemed to rust over,...
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