"Hmm?" Seeing her still distracted, Yu Lingqian narrowed his eyes displeasedly.
"I'll say it, I'll say it!" Mu Anran surrendered just a second later, "They, they are a couple... It's said they are even going to get married... But, but we..."
As if guessing what she was about to say next, Yu Lingqian cut her off directly, "Speak properly."
Mu Anran suddenly choked up because his head was getting lower and lower, and even his hot breath was now spraying on her face.
With her heart fluttering, she turned her face away, while Yu Lingqian nodded his head, his thin lips lightly touching the hollow of her neck.
His left hand braced against the back of the chair, trapping her.
His right hand was not idle either, its slender fingertips lightly tapping along the beautiful curve of her thigh, then upwards—
With each light tap, Mu Anran trembled a little.
The color in Yu Lingqian's eyes gradually became deeper: So sensitive, what must she be like in bed?
