Zheng Liang's eyebrows shot up, the memory of that audacious promise he had made flashing in his mind — the vow he had voiced to make her beg for him after she had cheekily kicked him out of their chamber.
Chuckling at the realization that she hadn't forgotten his words, he quipped, "I always keep my promises. And about making you beg? Just wait and see."
With a sly grin, he shed the night robe draped over his shoulders and threw it on the floor, revealing his sculpted physique. The sight caused a warm flush to spread across Yang Ning's cheeks, her eyes widening slightly.
A rush of heat surged through Yang Ning. 'Has he always been this intoxicatingly seductive?' she pondered, her heart pounding audibly.
'Tonight... could it be THE night?'
Even as the mastermind behind this enchanting night, Yang Ning found her heart racing, her anticipation mingled with nervousness.
