"Mr. Li..."
Ethan entered the room, only to freeze in place.
Lillie Bai—the ever-composed, ever-dignified Ice Goddess—was sprawled on the carpeted floor, her long hair in disarray, her cheeks flushed a deep red from fever.
Her half-lidded eyes met his, and she lifted a weak hand to gesture at her—
Ethan's brain short-circuited.
Her shirt was unbuttoned.
Not completely, but enough to reveal a sinful amount of skin. Enough to send his thoughts into absolute chaos.
"I need help…" she muttered hazily.
Ethan's adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard.
Why? Why is she making this so difficult for me?
His hands clenched at his sides, his entire body stiff as he struggled to tear his gaze away from the enticing view.
Lillie tilted her head slightly, an innocent look on her face.
Cute. Too cute.
