He Jinxia adjusted her posture and stood up, reaching out to lift the lid of the wine pot to check, and indeed, there wasn't a drop of liquor left.
She looked up at Sheng Yan, who gave her a slight nod. His ink-like eyes contained a hint of unusual emotion, shining as if they were emitting light.
He Jinxia cleared her throat and immediately turned away, avoiding Sheng Yan's gaze faster than a rabbit.
She couldn't look. Whenever she did, she couldn't restrain herself from recalling the scene that had occurred at noon—the man had pinned her beneath him, their ears filled with the sound of each other's heated breathing...
He Jinxia's heart rate quickened a few beats, and she moved forward, continuing to hide and endure.
Not seeing, not thinking, not musing—this agitation in her heart subsided quite a bit.
If she were to describe her feelings at that moment in two words, they would definitely be these two—"adultery" -_-||
