The lighting here was considerably warmer, but also much darker, serene yet suggestive. The shadows of the two people fell on the carpet, overlapping in parts.
Mo Shichen watched her with amusement, her lips pursed as if facing a formidable enemy, "Sometimes I don't understand you women; are you actually shy, or do you act shy because you think you should?"
Wen Yi looked up at him, his handsome face partially illuminated, "Do you believe I'll stuff the underwear I pull off you into your mouth later?"
"I believe."
"Then shut up."
"..."
She didn't want to hear this man teasing her, nor did she want to see his gaze pinned on her from beginning to end, as if every move she made was being studied by him. And his gaze was so palpable that she couldn't ignore it even if she wanted to.
Her lips pursed, she made a move that Mo Shichen didn't expect.
Suddenly, she tiptoed and reached out to cover the man's eyes with her hand.
