Lu Xiaoyou rested her head on the man's broad shoulder, her hands encircling his chest, she raised her chin and gently bit his earlobe.
The man didn't react, so she bit again, and then she latched onto the earlobe, refusing to let go.
Her warm breath sprayed onto Long Xiliang's face, and his face started to warm up.
"Stop it." The man warned her.
Lu Xiaoyou let out a coquettish giggle, "So easily tempted? Long Xiliang, if your self-control is that weak, will you go looking for other women?"
She acted playfully and tauntingly, and a soft scoff came from the man's rolling throat.
Her teeth reached behind his ear and then descended to the nape of his neck.
She acted like a vampire, gnawing at the artery beneath the skin.
But the man seemed utterly immune to her temptation; he walked steadily forward.
Just when Lu Xiaoyou thought she had failed to entice him, she suddenly felt herself sink down as Long Xiliang tossed her into a pile of hay.
