"Are you dressed?" His eyes darkened as he asked in a low voice.
Qiao Xi knelt on the soft bed, her hands covering her chest, her almond-shaped eyes misty. She bit her lip, seemingly at a loss for words.
The man's handsome face was extremely cold and restrained, but his eyes seemed to be blazing with layers of flames, an unstoppable wildfire.
"Not dressed?" he asked again.
Qiao Xi lowered her head, her ears burning hot.
A light chuckle escaped from his throat as he leaned down to kiss her eyelashes, "Little Divine Doctor, why so shy?" After all, they had been utterly candid with each other earlier.
Qiao Xi's face flushed so deeply it seemed blood might seep out.
She was well aware of what would happen tonight; she would give herself completely to the man in front of her. The words of Shu Xue and Zhou Yu flashed through her mind; she took a deep breath and mustered the courage to speak.
