Yan Luoxi lifted her head, and he was looking down, their breathing close together.
She was tightly embraced by him, and the man's gaze made her heart flutter.
"Seventh Master, this isn't quite appropriate, is it?" Yan Luoxi was so nervous she nearly choked on her own saliva, and although she had prepared herself, she still harbored a faint hope that she might avoid this predicament.
Li Yeqi watched her silently, not saying a word; his tranquil hunting posture certain that tonight she wouldn't escape the palm of his hand.
Yan Luoxi's heart was in turmoil; seeing he didn't respond, she began to play for time, "Look, it's still early, and I came here without having dinner. How about you go cook me a bowl of noodles? I'm so hungry, having shot scenes all day, and oh so tired."
Li Yeqi narrowed his eyes and spoke languidly, "Scared?"
Yan Luoxi could not stand being provoked; facing his disdainful look, she bit back fiercely, "Who's scared?"
