"You really don't like it?" Jiang She's hand rested beside her, intentionally reducing the distance between them, his eyes focused intently on Wen Zhiyao.
Wen Zhiyao was somewhat embarrassed by his gaze. Suddenly, she wrapped her hands around Jiang She's neck, intentionally bringing him closer.
Their proximity escalated, their breaths seemed to intertwine.
"I don't particularly dislike it, it's within an acceptable range." Came Wen Zhiyao's enticing response.
Just as Jiang She was ready for the next move, Wen Zhiyao suddenly pushed him away, escaping from his hold.
Jiang She, stirred by her actions, was left hanging as Wen Zhiyao fled at that exact moment.
She was becoming more adept at understanding his desires.
Leaving the tent, Wen Zhiyao stepped out to get some fresh air.
At the moment, Jian Keyan was coming out of the tent next door. Wen Zhiyao remembered clearly, that tent originally belonged to Zhang Qiang.
