The sensation around his waist made him stiff all over.
He could even hear the sudden acceleration of his heartbeat within his chest, a strange itch in his throat, dry mouth, and parched tongue.
Anxiety within him climbed swiftly, his blood clamoring, with a hint of boiling underneath.
Ye Yiheng straightened up abruptly and fiercely grabbed her wrist.
The sudden movement surprised Leng Yu Yan. "What's wrong?"
She lifted her eyes to look at him, her gaze shimmering like waves, brimming with grace and beauty.
Already breathtakingly beautiful, she exuded a delicate fragrance after her bath.
Not only that, her slightly turned aside body, with her clothing a little unbuttoned, revealed the lovely and delicate curves of her collarbones, while her pale skin was as smooth as cream and glowed under the candlelight.
Ye Yiheng's Adam's apple moved as he found her looking back at him. He felt his reason crumbling bit by bit, and restraining himself suddenly became extremely difficult.
