Lust was still in the air and Wen Xinya hung her head low, not daring to look at him at all.
"Xinya!" Si Yiyan exclaimed, sounding alluring like the perfect melody of ancient instruments.
Wen Xinya frantically looked up with glistening eyes, not daring to look him in the eye at all. The fragrance of the agarwood bed wafted up to her nose with every movement.
"Look at me," Si Yiyan said, breathing rapidly.
He looked extremely suave yet distant, making Wen Xinya's heart pound while she stared at him.
"You must return me everything that you owe me today," Si Yiyan said, stressing on each and every word. He sounded austere and commanding.
Wen Xinya began to feel more and more remorseful and guilty. However, she tried to conceal her guilt by sounding self-righteous. Pouting her lips, she said, "It's not my fault. How could I possibly know my period would come?"
