1485 Aren't Your Words Meant for Yourself?

Her back was on Han Zhuoling's sleeping bag, which still had his scent.

The smell of him surrounded Shi Xiaoya, and the tent was also permeated with it.

Shi Xiaoya felt as if her body wasn't hers anymore. It was beyond her control.

He was pressing down on top of her, not a gap between them.

Han Zhuoling seemed to have placed his whole weight on her, his weight making it hard for her to breathe.

Suddenly, his breath got heavier.

She could feel the air of his breaths on her face.

Shi Xiaoya trembled from nerves, her breathing unstable and hurried, making her chest rise and fall in bigger waves.

Her chest was even squashed out of shape by his chest.

Shi Xiaoya was thankful that she wore her bra before coming over, or things would've been far more awkward now.

Even so, Han Zhuoling could still feel the softness through the thin piece of cotton.

Because of the hot weather here, and because Shi Xiaoya's cup wasn't small by any means, she liked to wear the thin types.

But Shi Xiaoya was now in a daze, flushing hot and red to the tips of her hair and completely forgetting about that, still grateful that she'd put on her undergarment.

Not knowing that Han Zhuoling could still feel them extremely clearly.

A fire started in Han Zhuoling's chest, which spread to the top of his head and down to the rest of his body.

"Ms. Shi, do mind your manners," Han Zhuoling said coldly.

The fire in his body made his voice low and raspy, but his face was still frighteningly glacial.

Used to the darkness of the tent, Shi Xiaoya finally could make out his features.

She couldn't make out a clearer expression, but she certainly felt the fire in his eyes. It was terrifying in the dark.

Yet he sounded furious, and Shi Xiaoya was confused by his words.

However, she found it funny.

This man had pinned her underneath him, yet he wanted her to mind her manners? Was there something wrong with this?

Shi Xiaoya's face darkened. She might be afraid of him usually, but that didn't mean that she had no temper.

She didn't understand. He was still fine yesterday, but there was something wrong with him now!

"Young Master Ling, aren't your words meant for yourself?" Shi Xiaoya found it ridiculous.

She was the one who got yanked in and pinned underneath.

But he wanted her to mind her manners instead?

Shi Xiaoya's chest rose and fell even more furiously as she became more angry.

Han Zhuoling scoffed. "I've seen many women who came to knock on my door in the middle of the night. But you're the first I've seen who can't even wait until we've reached the hotel, still dressed in your pajamas and meeting me at my tent. You don't even mind that there are other hosts and production crews around us—are you so impatient?"

The words Han Zhuoling spoke became even more sarcastic. "Shi Xiaoya, I'm really disappointed in you."

He thought that she was different.

He gave her more attention and patience because of this difference.

But now, he realized that she was not that different. Worse, she's even more shameless. Han Zhuoling was more than disappointed.

He was intensely furious from the bottom of his heart.

He didn't even know why he was so angry.

He got angry when women knocked on his door before, but that was from annoyance and disgust.

But now, it was because of extreme disappointment, and of a rising sense of helplessness, of not knowing why he was feeling this way.

Because he did not know the reason, he got even more violent.