At this very moment, nothing pleased Song Qingya more than seeing Fei Jin at the very edge of his self-control.
This time was no different. Having just stoked the flames, she flicked off the lights with a decisive CLICK.
The entire room plunged into silence and darkness.
"Okay, I'm tired. Let's get some sleep. Good night!"
But a moment later, a hand shot out from behind and grabbed her wrist.
Warm and strong, the hand irresistibly pulled her closer.
"Qingya, you shouldn't keep teasing me like this."
His voice was low, yet it carried a hint of a plaintive pout.
At this moment, Fei Jin showed none of the stern, cold demeanor he usually wore in public.
Song Qingya paused for a moment before retorting, "The doctor said no touching."
Her tone was part teasing, part cautious.
But he just replied in a low voice, "I know my limits."
They were so close their chests were nearly touching.
The heat in the air was quietly rising.
It was Fei Jin's unique scent.
