Lu Fengxuan fled into the bathroom as if escaping.
Standing behind the door, she covered her pounding heart with both hands and let out a long breath.
That was close.
If she had given him another chance to use his charm, eight or nine times out of ten she would have been unable to resist his soft and hard tactics, ending up fooling around with him again.
In matters of the bedroom, he had developed quite the taste for it.
Little did he know, in her eyes, he was like a male siren, always tempting her into a confused state where she would break her discipline.
Outside, Yu Chiyin remained in a semi-reclined position with one leg slightly bent, his movements a bit stiff.
Pinching the bridge of his nose and chuckling bitterly, he wondered if perhaps he had been too demanding of her lately, causing her to feel frightened.
The way she looked just now, like a mouse seeing a cat, desperate to avoid him.
