Su Yue bowed her head and turned crimson. Ming Ansheng leaned closer to her, but she pushed him away. "Enough. Have a good rest. I'll bring Xiaojiao home now. I have many things to do."
Then she turned around to leave.
Ming Ansheng extended his hand and grabbed her waist. He placed her on his lap.
Then he whispered in her ear, "Yueyue, stay a while longer. I haven't eaten my medicine."
Su Yue felt shy. Embarrassed, she looked at Ming Ansheng, and her voice turned soft. "You're a grown man. Why do you need me to be here while you eat your medicine?"
Su Yue's shyness intensified his desire. He tightened his hold on her and his voice became low and nasal. "You said earlier that the process was enjoyable. Then… shall we enjoy ourselves for a while?"
The atmosphere was tense and his voice was intoxicating.
His hands started to roam her body.
