Yu Chiyin lowered his head and looked at her with eyes so deeply intense it was frightening:
"If you keep teasing me like this, once we return to the room later, I don't know what I might do out of control, or perhaps, play for real tonight?"
His tone carried a glaring threat, not concealed in the slightest.
Upon hearing this, Lu Fengxuan immediately behaved herself, clasping her hands together and flashing him an ingratiating smile.
"I'm so sleepy, Brother Ayin, let's go back to sleep."
Yu Chiyin ascended the stairs, a faint smile playing around the corner of his lips—she was nothing but a paper tiger.
No, more like a cat.
She was clearly still scared, yet couldn't help but extend her claws to scratch a little, quite naughty indeed.
The next day, Saturday, Lu Fengxuan turned off her alarm before bed, planning to luxuriously sleep in until she naturally woke up.
