Under Qin Jiran's wandering fingers, the belt of his bathrobe gradually parted, revealing his enticing bronze chest.
Su Yanyi's gaze was crystal clear, unblinkingly fixed on that tempting spot, and Qin Jiran felt his body heating up as his look grew increasingly profound.
"Yanyi, if you keep looking at me like that, I won't be able to control myself."
"Can't control yourself? Are you... threatening me?" Su Yanyi didn't move an inch, just slightly raised her eyebrows, seemingly taunting him with her retort.
"Of course not, I'm simply telling the truth." The look Su Yanyi had on him was like a flame, igniting him all too easily.
By the time Qin Jiran had finished saying this, he was already standing in front of Su Yanyi,
who was wearing a set of cotton pajamas—a loose-fitting top and bottoms.
