Ye Lu's smile is somewhat stiff, her heart beats wildly. Despite her attempts to appear unbothered, fear still creeps in.
After all, even after having a child, she is inexperienced when it comes to matters like these.
"What's wrong, nervous?" a teasing baritone echoes from above.
Leaning against his firm and muscular chest, she stiffens slightly. Wrapped in his arms, she finally realizes how tall and strong this man is. He is like a solid and imposing wall, his arms grittily powerful, imprisoning her like steel, leaving no room for any intention of resistance.
He seems far from his lax exterior. His whole body radiates a kind of dominant arrogance, causing an involuntary shudder.
"You have fifteen minutes, get cleaned up. I prefer clean women," Third Young Master Jun threw her into the bathhouse as they mounted the stairs.
