Not only did she not shrink back, she instead obediently tilted her head up slightly. Her long lashes trembled like butterfly wings, and that trace of aloofness in her eyes melted away completely, replaced by a dewy softness that carried both pleading and seduction. She did not speak, only used her gaze to deliver a silent invitation.
Su Li's thumb gently rubbed along her delicate jawline as his gaze shifted to Ilya, who stood beside them with her head lowered. "Ilya." He called, his voice low and magnetic.
"Yes, Lord." Ilya answered at once, lifting her head, a faint blush once again tinting her pure, flawless face.
Seeing the Lord lift his lady's chin in such an intimate gesture, her heart couldn't help but beat a little faster.
"There's no more need for service here." Su Li ordered, though his gaze remained locked on Ilya. "Close the door."
