With a flick of her fingertips, a supple Beast Tendon Rope appeared in Bai Wanwan's hand.
Yan Lie's gaze instantly darkened, and his Adam's apple bobbed heavily.
"I told you not to move."
Bai Wanwan's voice was soft and sweet, like a ladle of water hitting a pan of boiling oil, its SIZZLE searing Yan Lie's very nerves.
His jawline was tense with restraint, his knuckles turning pale, yet he obediently held his wrists out to her.
"Mm," Yan Lie rasped. "Wanwan, I'll do whatever you say."
Bai Wanwan smiled at him, her movements quick and deft as she tied the knot. Her slender fingers brushed against his searing-hot wrist bone from time to time.
As she tightened the last loop, Bai Wanwan suddenly raised a hand and gave his chest a gentle push.
Yan Lie fell back cooperatively, his solid back muscles sinking into the stone bed.
His gaze remained locked on her face, so hot it felt like it could burn her.
