Calling Bo Siyan inappropriate, she wondered if he wanted her to call him... Siyan? Or perhaps something even more nauseating, like Si Si? Yan Yan?
Just the thought popping into her mind made Ning Xia feel goosebumps rising all over.
Back when she had no feelings for him, those sweet nothings came naturally to her, nothing felt awkward, but now...
"I..." she hesitated, at a loss for words.
"Not going to say it?"
Bo Siyan's wicked gaze lingered on her face, then drifted lower to the dark, suggestive hickey he had just left on her slender neck.
Further down was her perfectly contoured collarbone, tensed slightly because of her nervousness, resembling the wings of a butterfly in flight, which made the man's eyes darken a bit.
The man's gaze was so intense that even though she was wrapped in a blanket, she felt as though she was naked.
Ning Xia blinked nervously, feeling increasingly anxious, and subconsciously tried to escape, "I... I'll go wash my face in the bathroom."
