He walked up to her, standing tall!
Zhuo Jian's heart skipped a beat, and she slightly tilted her head back, stammering a bit, "What, what do you want?"
"If you don't change your clothes now, I'll see everything I haven't seen!"
Fu Yanye's voice was calm, yet his dark eyes fixed on her, giving her a strong sense of oppression.
Zhuo Jian felt the mature man's hormones radiating from him, and unconsciously shivered physically and mentally.
"Or do you find pleasure in this?"
Fu Yanye leaned in slightly, his thin lips deliberately close to hers.
Zhuo Jian swallowed hard, still somewhat rational, and suggested, "You, go to the restroom first."
"I'm not going!"
Would he ever go to a restroom that countless people had used?
She closed her eyes, not daring to meet his gaze, her long lashes dense and her facial skin exuding a tenderness that tempted one to commit a crime. Fu Yanye watched her, his expression growing more serious.
