Chapter Thirty-One: The Dead Rogue
As Tong Mai leaned in close, the faint scent of her perfume wafted into his nostrils, still the same subtle orchid fragrance as when they first met, refreshing and alluring, unlike the strong, pungent perfumes worn by other women.
Moreover, at close range, not a single blemish could be found on her fair and delicate complexion, which was so pure that it made one's mood pleasant. However, when he saw her, he didn't feel happy...
Tong Mai realized that the two of them were too close, and instinctively retreated backward, but didn't expect Huo Yize to react faster, tightly grasping her wrist, pinching it painfully. Just like earlier today, without any hesitation or reluctance, "Don't let go? Hehe... do you think I'll let go?" As soon as the words left his mouth, Huo Yize had already dragged her back in the direction of the Yin family villa. In reality, he wasn't really pulling her into the Yin house, but just wanted to scare her and dampen her spirit...
Actually, just now at the Yin's house, Huo Yize had been waiting for her to appear all along. Otherwise, he wouldn't have stayed at the Yin's house for so long. Even after saying goodbye to Yin Yuqi, he still didn't leave, as if he wouldn't rest until he saw Tong Mai.
"Let... let me go..." She became stuttering and unclear, "Stop it, I'm telling you, I owe you nothing, don't come near me again!" Although countless fears and panics surged up from the bottom of her heart, her resistance to He Yi Ze was getting stronger and stronger. Why did he keep following her like a ghost?
Staring at her crimson cheeks, the fear on her face was evident, and this was exactly what Hao Yize wanted to see. He didn't believe she wouldn't be afraid of letting this matter get exposed?
The evil intention in his determined eyes became thicker, and the hand that was originally holding her wrist had changed to hooking around her waist in the next second. In an instant, the two of them were closely attached to each other, even though they were separated by their clothes. Huo Yize couldn't help but notice the fullness and plumpness under her clothes... Without any intention, he quickly ignited the flames and desires that had been accumulating inside his body, and the scorching temperature began to rapidly spread throughout his entire body...
This extremely ambiguous charm forced Tong Mai's cheeks to become even redder, like a cooked shrimp, with red heat all over her body. Of course, such a shy and lovely appearance didn't have the prickly feeling of a hedgehog, but seemed to have some appeal. It was also easy to think of that night in London, and easily triggered Huo Yize's memory, her tightness and freshness... were the most unforgettable, the most memorable among the women he had been with!
"You seem to have a poor memory? Whether it's something that has already happened or what others have said to you, you don't seem to remember very well, huh?"
From head to toe, his voice was light and shallow, neither loud nor soft, reflecting his noble temperament. Under the elegant and luxurious suit, he remained unchanged in his extraordinary demeanor. He was a gentleman with an absolutely elegant appearance, exuding an aristocratic aura from every pore of his body.
However, Huo Yize's deliberate action of rubbing against her chest made Tong Mai think it was a hooligan behavior. "You... damn hooligan!"
She just did so, regardless of the consequences that this remark would bring to her, only to vent her inner annoyance and irritation, such a derogatory term was pinned on Huo Yize's head...
