Song Yan became more nervous the more he smiled; her legs had already gone weak before anything had even started.
As he undid the buttons down his shirt, Song Yan felt her mouth dry and her tongue parched.
"Have you thought it through?" he asked her in a low, husky voice.
She was all too familiar with that expression.
The deeper the smile, the crueler the torment.
Song Yan forced a smile and said, "I have been observing the celestial signs. It's not a good day for that, you know? How about... some other day?"
Gu Chenxiao raised an eyebrow, "Didn't you already have the position all worked out?"
Song Yan replied, "On further thought, it doesn't seem right."
"Well, I'm quite curious to see, Miss Song, how stimulating the position you thought of can be...."
Song Yan's face grew even redder, which was absolutely outrageous. She hadn't thought of any position at all, and even if he insisted she tell him, she wouldn't be able to come up with anything.
