Han Yu felt like a mere tool, summoned and dismissed by Lin Qingya at her whim.
He wasn't too angry, though; the atmosphere had been so enchantingly romantic, and especially the scent of Lin Qingya, it nearly overwhelmed his self-control.
"Miss Lin, could you give me a heads up before you start acting?" he asked.
Han Yu got up from the bed and said with a wry smile, "After all, I am a man in the prime of youth."
"I find it very difficult to control my own body when you do that."
Hearing this, Lin Qingya's face flushed red again. She awkwardly stood up, grabbed a bottle of mineral water from the suite's fridge, and handed it to him, saying, "Then, cool down with some ice water first."
Uh...
Han Yu was at a loss for words.
But at the moment, he really did feel thirsty; after fighting with those people in the boathouse for so long, his body had depleted a lot of energy.
