The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady
chapter-1632-30041322

The atmosphere was a little delicate. Shen Yanxiao looked down at his two hands and her heart was jumping like a rabbit.

Those deep golden eyes gazed at the restless little fellow with an almost imperceptible smile.

"Little Xiao."

Shen Yanxiao was shocked all over and raised her head habitually. The moment she met those golden eyes, she immediately shifted her own away with a guilty conscience.

Today's Xiu was somewhat different.

In the past, he was like a mighty glacier drifting away in the boundless ocean, constantly spreading chill outward. Now, Shen Yanxiao had undoubtedly ignited the lava in the depths of this iceberg; underneath the cold ice was a heat that could almost burn people. This made Shen Yanxiao a little surprised.

"I won't do it again..." Shen Yanxiao stared at Xiu. The lava within the iceberg was disturbed by her extreme actions, and the unprecedented plunder made Shen Yanxiao wonder at the other side of Xiu.

"Are you afraid?" Xiu half-squinted his eyes, which were like a pool of ice, the bottom of which couldn’t be seen at a glance. It made people overwhelmed and unable to fathom his heart.

Shen Yanxiao bit her lip and shook her head hesitantly.

The corners of Xiu’s mouth softened. He raised his hand and rubbed her little head. The warm touch under his palm made him feel very comfortable.

The other side of himself came out for the first time. It was an outburst that even he could not foresee.

All the cells in his whole body were yelling that this one crafty spirit of a small fellow must be beaten until her bone marrow was exposed, so that she would not do anything that would provoke his mind ever again.

"I won't hurt you." Xiu’s deep eyes fell on those slightly reddish and swollen cherry lips. That small mouth, which had just been baptized by the storm, was bright red. He raised his hand and his thumb gently swept over Shen Yanxiao's mouth, and the temperature passing to his fingertips made him greedy for the almost out-of-control kiss.

But it was not the right time yet.

The coldness of his embrace should not invade her body; blazing heat was the temperature he wanted to express to her.

For the first time, Xiu desired to get his body back as soon as possible. And when that day came, he would hold her fiercely; even if she cried, he would not let her go.

Seemingly aware of the desire in the bottom of Xiu’s eye, Shen Yanxiao shivered slightly as her soft lips were being rubbed gently.

"This is the first time I’ve liked someone. I don't know how to express it." In the face of this fragile and life-like little porcelain doll, the War God who was successful in every endeavor felt a trace of strangeness for the first time.

He knew his inner desire, but he was afraid that it would hurt the little fellow.

Although she was now very strong, she was still so vulnerable in the eyes of a god.

It seemed that just a slightly stronger hug would already suffocate her.

Shen Yanxiao looked at Xiu in surprise. At this moment, her uneasiness disappeared. Her two small hands held Xiu's wrist tightly and she rubbed her small face against Xiu's palm.

"That's good." Shen Yanxiao smiled, like a cat lying on the balcony in the afternoon sunshine, contented and lazy.

There was nothing to be tangled with. The War God, the most powerful in the world, had given her everything. This man, his intense and passionate feelings, belonged to her alone.

Perhaps, she still had some hesitance; perhaps this feeling was still so strange to her, but Shen Yanxiao wanted to try to get closer to him.

She turned her head slightly and kissed the palm of Xiu's hand.

The palm under her lips quivered a little. Shen Yanxiao seemed to be inspired. She got up, bent her waist like a cat and sat on Xiu's legs.