She was intoxicated.
Like a cat full of curiosity about the world, she clung to the skin of her beloved, smelling carefully, licking gently.
She did not realize that her words had plunged her into grave danger. The room, which had been lit for no more than five minutes, suddenly went dark.
Her hand was held by someone who undid her necktie.
Yan Jingting did not say a word, simply smoothing out the wrinkles of the necktie and using it to blindfold Chu Zhiyi.
With her mind in a haze and suddenly deprived of her sight, Chu Zhiyi could only hold onto him through her senses.
With her sense of touch magnified, every one of Yan Jingting's movements felt intensely amplified, causing her entire body to tremble uncontrollably.
A tremendous sense of danger made her shrink back, but she was undoubtedly held tight, leaving no room for retreat.
