He Yan's face was flushed, and she simply leaned her body completely against Long Fei, wiggling her hips up and down.
"There sure is a lot of clutter on these stairs!"
Long Fei grunted and glared, awkwardly blurting out a phrase to relieve some of the embarrassment.
"Yeah! I've been cleaning all afternoon."
He Yan brushed her hair and pressed down against Long Fei's body, descending one step to make room for him.
Carrying the Chinese medicine, Long Fei hurried upstairs like a thief.
He thought to himself that He Yan must have felt his lecherous behavior—his image of wise and powerful grandeur was surely crumbling.
He Yan bit her lip as she stared after him from the foot of the stairs; that touch just now was truly thrilling.
She wiped her face, thinking it had been a long time since she had touched a man, and that even a casual interaction was enough to make her heart race.
In the future, she couldn't be like this, lest Long Fei think she was not serious.
