Seeing Wen Qian blush, a sly glint flashed in Yin Zhi's eyes. The corner of his lip curled, and he turned, pinning her beneath him. He braced his hands on either side of her, his tone turning suggestive. "Qianqian… I'm going to look back."
Flustered by his sudden move, Wen Qian's head felt hot. She asked subconsciously, "Look at what?"
"The bell," Yin Zhi said.
???
'What the hell? I'm a human woman, where would I have a bell!' She clutched her skirt tightly with both hands, terrified he would launch a surprise attack.
"I don't have one! Don't you dare!" Wen Qian roared, flushed with shame and anger.
"How will we know if we don't look...?" Yin Zhi smirked, his long, slender fingers landing on the hem of her white skirt. His silver-white hair fell across his brow, making his cool, clear features particularly striking.
Wen Qian completely flipped out, kicking her legs wildly to try and shove him aside.
