The man's voice is low, filled with satisfied joy and contentment, making it sound incredibly sensual.
As he spoke, Yun Qiqi could feel his chest lightly vibrating.
From her angle, she could see his Adam's apple subtly tremble, carrying a deadly allure.
Yan Yan adored the way she looked lost because of him, his lips curled up, and he leaned forward to peck her small mouth.
In a low voice, he asked her, "Do you like it?"
The young girl's eyelashes fluttered twice, and she finally snapped back to reality because of his words.
Realizing what the man had just done to her, she suddenly raised her hand and slapped him.
With a crisp "slap," the sound of the slap echoed in the tearoom, sounding particularly abrupt.
Her small hand landed on the man's impeccably perfect face, soon leaving a faint red mark.
Yan Yan's cheek turned to one side, and he was stunned for a while before turning back to look at her.
