Leng Yu Yan felt his gaze tighten her scalp.
She quickly lowered her eyes and said obediently, "Uh-huh, can the inspection be done now?"
Her voice was soft and sticky, low and pleasing to the ear.
Ye Yiheng held his breath as he drew closer to her and asked with a deliberately lowered voice, "What if I said to wait another two hours?"
Suddenly, Leng Yu Yan felt the room too stifling, her chest too constrained, and the ticklish feeling on the skin where she had written still lingered, her heart racing to escape the sensation...
She clutched his arm, lifting her eyes to gaze at him intently, "It can't be, right now, please?"
Her current state was a softness rarely seen in her everyday demeanor; Ye Yiheng felt an itch in his throat and, seizing the gleaming white hand clinging to his arm, he strode into the bath chamber, closing the bath chamber door behind them.
