Leng Youchen lowered his head and kissed her forehead, "Do you like it?"
Wei Anning was so embarrassed she wished she could disappear. She had come to take care of him, so how did things end up in bed? "I don't like it."
Leng Youchen wasn't upset. He looked at her flushed cheeks, "You're saying one thing and meaning another, girl. If you didn't like it, why were you trembling so much?"
"I, I wasn't trembling!" Wei Anning angrily reached out to punch him, refusing to admit she had trembled.
With her soft, warm body in his arms, Leng Youchen inhaled her sweet scent, "It's okay if you don't admit it. Your reaction just now was proof enough. Next time, I'll make you beg for mercy."
Upon hearing this, Wei Anning hurriedly got up from his embrace, her chest unintentionally exposed. The man lay with his hands behind his head, his gaze drawn to her fair, beautifully shaped chest, feeling a familiar stirring as his eyes darkened.
