"I'm afraid I can't pretend," He Jingyao laughed quietly, his warm breath brushing against her cheek, sending a wave of tingling ambiguity, "In this world, you're currently the only woman I can touch."
Su Zixi froze.
The only woman he could touch? What did that mean?
The next second, the previously quiet room echoed with Huo Yanhui's voice, always eager to stir trouble, "What the hell? Didn't you say you didn't settle it? How did you bring her here?"
But soon, Huo Yanhui's voice vanished, as he received Huo Yanzhao's warning to "shut up."
He Jingyao gently scratched her palm with his thumb, speaking softly, "How about we go somewhere else?"
Su Zixi felt an itching sensation in her palm.
"No!" she said, blushing, "I still have work."
"Hmm? It's alright, I can wait for you to get off," He Jingyao stared at her intently.
Su Zixi tried to pull her hand back but failed.
