Unfortunately, she could come up with one thing. "Why don't you find out?"
His hand moved up a little more until his fingertips barely grazed against her lower lips. She shivered at the stir of lust in her stomach. Mo Qingchen smiled at her and withdrew his hand, drawing up to his full height once again.
He moved his hand to the back of her neck and stroked the heated skin with his knuckles.
"You look delicious all flushed and wet, Qian Meng."
She felt his fingers trail over her collarbone and down her chest. He moved to pinch the end of her towel and tugged on it until it came undone. He gently pulled it down at an angle so that only her left breast was exposed.
He didn't grope her in an overly sexual way. He simply brushed his thumb over her nipples in a circular motion. It hardened at the stimulation and she expected him to continue… but he didn't. He simply smiled at her and walked into the bathroom, disrobing as he did.
