Shen Qianshu was puzzled, but she did not dare to ask him to leave.
"Are you full?"
Shen Qianshu felt that it was a trick question, and she needed to answer it cautiously. She backed away carefully but was stopped by Ye Ling's pull. His long arms wrapped around her waist, causing her to be trapped. Shen Qianshu's heart was beating with nervousness, and under his hot gaze, she blankly nodded.
The next moment, Ye Ling turned around and pressed her into the sofa with one hand gripping onto her wrist. Shen Qianshu looked fearfully at him.
Dim and cold.
"You are full…" Ye Ling lowered his head. His sharp and defined nose nuzzled on her skin. He softly sniffed her, like a cat that was hungry and marking its territory. Her crisp fragrance was attacking his senses. Ye Ling hoarsely said, "My turn now."
His behavior caused Shen Qianshu to shudder, and goosebumps appeared all over her.
Too seductive.
