"Not tired," she claimed, but that was not entirely true—she enjoyed it. As Jiang Yanting stepped back, she quickly moved away from him and sat on the sofa, downing a large glass of water, still feeling hot all over.
He had been too close just now, his breath wafting across her neck and ear, setting her skin on fire. She still felt unbearably hot.
Now, he was leaning against the bar, staring straight at her...
They were not strangers; they had been intimate before. That look in his eyes, she knew it well—it was naked...
Desire.
She coughed softly, stood up to return to her room, but just as she was about to rise, he suddenly approached, moving behind the sofa and placing his hands on her shoulders.
"Jiang Yanting?" As soon as the words left her lips, she felt a soreness in her shoulders. Caught off guard, she could not help but cry out.
"Keep it down, you'll wake the children."
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