Wen Yi looked at his eyes, tinged with a layer of thin blood, and her heart tightened. She had the feeling that if this man were not bound, he would definitely kiss her back without hesitation and with the fastest speed.
Even so, her wariness arose from the dark red blood color in the bottom of his eyes.
But this wariness was fleeting, quickly suppressed by her.
What was there to fear about him? He was already tied up. Even if he planned to settle scores in the autumn... he couldn't do anything to her. With this thought, Wen Yi became even more brazen.
She deliberately leaned close to his face, close enough to kiss him at any moment, teasing with almost touches but never kissing again, only her breath fluttering over his nostrils, along with the trailing laughter, crisp like beads falling onto his heart, "What? I just feel out of breath from your kissing."
