So, in the very end, Qin Jiran suddenly flipped off of Su Yanyi and lay beside her on the bed, his chest rising and falling rapidly, as if controlling something.
Su Yanyi slowly sat up, her gaze at the man was complex and somewhat helpless.
"I thought I was already being very straightforward," said Su Yanyi, her voice a bit hoarse. She hadn't refused him, which already meant consent, yet, to her surprise, the man had stopped in the end.
Qin Jiran's eyes were also complicated. His rampant desire was not relieved, and clear traces of it lingered in his eyes, but his reason, now having the upper hand, spoke in a hoarse voice, "It's not the right time yet, wait a little longer."
What he wanted had never been Yanyi's body—he had been longing for Yanyi's emotions. Although his whole being screamed for Yanyi, his intellect told him it wasn't the time yet. Their feelings had not reached that stage; they needed to wait!
