Wei Anning was terrified and quickly withdrew her hand, her heart pounding madly. She pretended to look outside the window nonchalantly, where the sunlight of the nearing dusk was no longer harsh, casting a breathtaking sight over the endless sea.
The man lying on her thighs suddenly turned over, his handsome face against her abdomen, buried in the folds of layered skirts.
She reached out to hold his head, attempting to push him away, "Leng Youchen, get up now, before the butler comes in and sees..."
"Without my orders, they wouldn't dare enter," the man murmured, nuzzling into her embrace.
She tried to push him off, but as if he anticipated it, he wrapped his arms around her soft waist, his handsome face deeply buried in her body, that clinging persistence, who knows who he learned it from.
