Xia Feng keenly sensed that the woman in the blue dress seemed to be trembling.
Although it was subtle, now, as he was trapped chest-to-face in the stifling darkness, he noticed something off about Jiang Qiue.
Why did this fox seem a bit excited? Could it be she thought by smothering me with her chest she could humiliate me? Xia Feng sneered inwardly, just as he was about to speak, a richer, sweeter scent poured into his mouth and nose.
It made his tongue more parched and his heart itch unbearably.
Indeed, he seemed increasingly to crave honey.
Longing for the fox's embrace, he inexplicably wanted to sink into her arms forever, unwilling to leave.
Xia Feng knew this was the Queen Bee's curse working, but fortunately, it was just beginning and not too strong yet; it hadn't reached the point of affecting his cognitive thinking.
He forcibly resisted the craving, and the small hand patting the woman in the blue dress on her shoulders and neck stopped struggling.
