But the moment her hand paused, her wrist was suddenly seized by someone.
Bo Yan had been watching her antics calmly and with restraint. She treated his body like a plot of land awaiting cultivation, touching here, looking there, lingering and setting fires all around. It would take a great deal of patience and determination to hold back and prevent her from acting so willfully.
However, when her hand stopped just above his lower abdomen, his patience ran thin. He should also count himself lucky that the pajama pants he wore that day were quite loose, and the room's lighting dim enough. Otherwise, with her so close and so brazen, his urge would have been entirely exposed to her scrutiny.
