Luo Beichen's hand subconsciously slid under the woman's sweater, his Adam's apple rolling irregularly, his eyes brimming with intense desire.
Jing Yan, sneering, pressed down on the man's wandering hand and reminded in a hushed voice, "Not allowed—this is a restaurant."
"Then shall we... go home?" Luo Beichen's hot breath sprayed on the woman's ear, his gentle tone laced with a thread of temptation.
Jing Yan and Luo Beichen exchanged a smile, swiftly settled the bill, and left the restaurant like a young couple tasting the flavor of love for the first time, eagerly anticipating something. However, once they were in the car, Jing Yan sobered up a bit, perhaps affected by the cold air outside.
"Are you sure you've thought this through?" Jing Yan asked after a long pause.
Initially puzzled, Luo Beichen quickly understood: "Shouldn't I be the one asking that?"
