"Speak or not," he whispered by her earlobe, and after a moment's pause, he added, "If you don't, I'll kiss you."
Yao Qing's mind was somewhat muddled.
Apart from the brief moment of vulnerability he showed just a while ago that made her feel this man had lost the initiative, he seemed to have now regained the superior's noble and enticing demeanor.
Consequently, his recent words—Yao Qing, I'm a bit tired.—took on an inexplicable meaning.
All of a sudden, Yao Qing seemed to realize something, and her brows furrowed sharply.
"Are you setting a trap for me?"
If she wouldn't let him in, he'd advance by retreating.
Saying he was tired, making her feel like he had really invested a lot into this relationship, but without getting anything in return, subtly softened her heart and she let him in without really thinking about it.
But now, thinking about it, she realized something was off.
