Lin Banxia angrily punched him again: "You're still laughing?"
Yan Ting patted her little face: "Come on, go back to your room."
"Why?" When Lin Banxia heard the word "room," a shiver ran through her body, and her mind suddenly tensed.
"Why do you think?" Yan Ting's voice was already raspy to the extreme.
Lin Banxia froze for a moment. Could it really be as she imagined? Was he finally asking her to repay him?
"It's not convenient today!" Lin Banxia lowered her head shyly.
"Why isn't it convenient? Or is it that you're still unwilling to give me what I want?" Yan Ting hadn't quite grasped the meaning of her words yet.
Lin Banxia replied in frustration: "It really isn't convenient. My time has come."
"What time?" Yan Ting, as an undeniably noble man, was clearly not well-versed in women's physiological matters.
Lin Banxia suddenly felt a bit embarrassed. She had already hinted this far; why was this man still pressing for answers?
