Leng Yu Yan covered her face, "I don't understand."
His hand rested on her slender waist, his tone dignified and cold, his voice gentle, "You really don't understand, hmm?"
The scene was charged with ambiguous tension.
After speaking, his large hand gripped her narrow waist a bit harder and then lifted her onto his lap.
The distance between their faces shortened instantly, the man's slightly cool breath brushed over her delicate fingers, striking her cheeks directly—Leng Yu Yan felt as if she could hear her own heartbeat.
His lips drew nearer to hers, and the aggressively seductive scent from him made her head spin and her throat inexplicably itch—
Her body began to tremble.
"I understand, I understand."
Leng Yu Yan lowered the hand that had been covering her face and blinked her attractive eyes, hiding her body's most instinctive panic.
