Yue Ling froze from the question, her lust going out of the drain. Her mind was much more clear now and this time her heart palpitated from nervousness. She didn't want to answer it and that is why had been so patient with him throughout the rough make out session.
"Um, what is the hurry? We can talk about it later. Can't we?" She laughed as she looked around to find her bra.
Yang Deming took her by surprise as he grabbed both of her nipples and pinched them making her flinch, before pulling her forward by it.
"Answer me, baby." He spoke adoringly and cupped her face with his palms.
"That.. she didn't agree. She is one stubborn witch, I am telling you." She was trying to ignore the topic because she didn't want him to know that their informant, i.e her brother might not be on their sides anymore.
"And, what else?" He caressed her hair.
"What else? Nothing. This is it." She tried to look as calm as she could.
