Mo Tingshen's heart was pounding wildly; he almost didn't dare make a sound.
He saw Chu Yao smile softly, and that smile was just as innocent as when she used to wave a lollipop at him to tease him when they were kids.
She said, "You're going to lose me completely."
Sweat seeped out across Mo Tingshen's forehead.
His fingers curled in, the knuckles on the back of his hand stretched so tight they turned white.
He didn't say another word, just turned and walked away.
"One."
Chu Yao's unhurried voice floated from behind him: "Two."
He stopped.
She let out a light laugh. "2.1."
She was utterly wanton, counting from 2.1 to 2.9 on purpose without going on, her tone never changing, loose and lazy, like a cat toying with a mouse.
"Last chance. If you don't want it, I can't be bothered to seduce you anymore."
Chu Yao's words were blunt, leaving no room to maneuver.
"Three…"
