Yet, the man hesitated to do anything to the young woman, merely staying extremely close to her, so close that Qian Sisi could hear his breathing and heartbeat, feeling as if the air was so thick a single spark could ignite it, straining her nervous heart to the limit.
Bai Cheng'an's gaze darkened and heated as he watched the little lady turn crimson, the blush spreading even to the back of her neck, resembling a cooked shrimp.
Outside the door, the sound of Qian Chen returning home could be heard; Miao Peiqin was busy warming up his dinner, listening to him complain about his bizarre teacher, and how the 9 PM self-study session was extended for an extra twenty minutes...
In the bedroom, the air became scorching and oppressive, and any slight noise from outside accelerated their heartbeats.
Finally, unable to withstand it any longer, the man slid his hand under the young woman's pajamas.
