Poking her head out and peeking around to see that there was no one in sight, she hastily stepped out.
By this point, her cheeks were already flushed red, and her body felt somewhat weak.
"Wen Zhixing is really detestable!"
Wen Miner's gaze shifted towards Wen Zhixing's direction, as if she tapped the ground lightly with her right foot in a fit of shy annoyance.
It was infuriating. How could one sleep with all this going on late at night?
As a virgin inexperienced in worldly affairs, how could she possibly endure this?
Wen Zhixing's Yang Qi was like the Wondrous Soul-devouring Pill, continuously stirring the deepest desires in her heart.
She kept resisting, yet it seemed like there was a devil in front of her, constantly tempting her.
Fortunately, Wen Miner managed to hold out.
After controlling her mind and pushing open the door, she took a deep breath and hastily left.
It was impossible to stay here any longer.
