Han Xiuying had already begun to harbor certain thoughts after being rescued the first time. Having been saved again, how could she possibly hold back any longer?
She claimed her zipper was stuck, but in reality, she was wearing a pink ethnic-style garment. Underneath, she wore nothing at all, her hands gripping the rope fasteners. As Zhao Tiezhu stood there in a daze, she took a step back. Right in front of him, she loosened the fasteners, and the pink dress drifted to the floor. For a fleeting moment, refracting in the sunlight, she looked breathtaking—like a sprite emerging from a pink cloud.
Zhao Tiezhu was stunned on the spot. Before he could react, the "sprite" was already right in front of him. Her breath, sweet as orchids, brushed against his ear, igniting the fire that hadn't yet dissipated. Seize the day, for the flower is ready to be plucked; how could he resist?
Chapter 335