Mei Xing sat in silence for a moment, her slender fingers delicately tracing the intricate embroidery on the pillowcase resting on her lap. She felt the weight of the silence hanging in the room, the tension palpable between her and Yan Feng, whose voice carried a tempting huskiness that sent shivers down her spine.
"Relax wife say something sweet!"
Despite the allure, Mei Xing mustered the strength to resist his coaxing words.
Yan Feng couldn't help but chuckle. "Ah, Xing'er, if you won't speak, then I suppose I'll just have to find other ways to entice you." His words dripped with seduction, his voice luring her into a web of temptation. Mei Xing resisted the pull of his words, determined not to succumb.
