Yu Chiyin's breathing became rapid in an instant, his body tense as if struck by a current, every muscle taut like iron.
He gripped the slender waist of the person in his arms tightly, lowering his head to look at her; his long, narrow eyes scrutinizing her fiercely as the muscles in his cheeks clenched.
Darkness often breeds courage.
It was the first time Lu Fengxuan had made such a seductive move, the heat on her cheeks burning fiercely.
When she met his gaze, she lifted her head to meet his eyes unflinchingly, her face revealing her desire.
"Your muscles are too hard for me to bite, so I had to find another way," she said.
"Let's sleep," Yu Chiyin said as he lay down, holding her.
Seeing him endure with such self-restraint, his forehead covered in a dense layer of sweat, Lu Fengxuan couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache.
She bit her lip and whispered as soft as a mosquito's hum, "Brother Ayin, actually, I can..."
