"Not kissing anymore?"
The man's lips still bore the marks of her bite, and the look in his eyes seemed much denser and deeper than before, exuding an indescribable sexiness throughout.
His deep, hoarse voice uttered three words... Yao Qing's heart, which had been somewhat cold, suddenly felt as if it were infused with boiling magma.
Humans are visual animals. The triple assault on sight, hearing, and senses made her avert her gaze.
"Don't men dislike dead fish? Or do women like them?"
Yu Yanshen seemed to slightly arch his brows in an undetectable manner.
When Yao Qing lowered her head, his gaze briefly fell upon her reddened, plump earlobe.
"Are you saying that, because I didn't respond, you feel... unsatisfied?"
Of course she was unsatisfied, how could she possibly feel satisfied with his reaction.
But now that Yanshen had directly asked, she found herself unable to give a straightforward answer.
