His voice brushed past her ear, low and deep, as if laden with endless teasing, caressing her ear.
Leng Yu Yan instinctively shook her head.
He seemed not to notice and gently released her some, changing his hold to encircle her body, gazing intently and seriously into her beautiful eyes.
His eyes were like ancient wells without ripples, deep beyond measure.
Yet, his gradually deepening gaze panicked her, and she blurted out subconsciously, "I don't want to!"
Ye Yiheng completely let go of her, bent down, and lowered his head, leveling his gaze with hers, "Yanyan?"
Such a low stature from him, every look seemed to carry hooks, infused with enchantment, leaving her dazed, "What?"
Ye Yiheng's lips quirked up slightly, "You really don't want to, hmm?"
His voice trailed off with a slight upward lilt, indulgently tempting.
His cool breath intertwined with her warm exhalations.
Leng Yu Yan's hand by her side clenched, her palm sweating profusely, what should she do?
