Baili An turned his head aside, his expression cold, yet he still couldn't bring himself to say anything truly harsh.
At this moment, the word "scram" could only come out of his mouth as a softly spoken "go away."
"Fang Geyu" smiled sweetly, propped herself up, and spread her legs to straddle his waist on either side.
Her little hands pinched up her own skirt, slowly lifting it bit by bit; a dark fragrance rose with the dust, and her clean, fair legs were revealed inch by inch.
Under Baili An's wide-eyed gaze, she lowered her head and bit down on the hem of her dress.
With the skirt held between her teeth, her expression somewhere between a smile and not, she said, "You really look like you're about to eat someone right now."
Baili An seemed to have been forced into a desperate situation, but he was sure that beneath this body, half of the control still lay in Fang Geyu's hands.
