Yu Zhen saw the dirty thoughts flash in her head. It was written all over her face. Her eyes had widened and her cheeks had turned red.
The corner of his lips curled into a smirk. She was too mischievous for her own good. Who would believe that the face of an angel was actually hiding a dark heart?
He lowered his head and gently brushed his lips against her ear. "What are you thinking about?" he asked in a low, quiet voice.
Amusement filled him when her fingers clenched at his robes. She was hesitant about her response. To tease her a bit more, he nipped at her earlobe. She let out a quiet gasp and jumped.
"I-I was just—"
"It must be naughty, judging from your reaction," he mused. His fingers lazily twirled the strings that held her dress in place. It was flimsy and he could easily tear it.
"It wasn't," she mumbled out, but her trembling voice said otherwise.
