The name "Chi Jiao" on his screen snapped Huo Sihan back to his senses. He was a mess. His clothes were half-damp, his skin was marred with the marks of a woman's kisses, and his breathing was still ragged. He had been aroused. Aroused by Chi Wan, of all people. He didn't even like Chi Wan. He chalked it all up to being a man, one who had failed to resist the temptation of a siren. Huo Sihan answe