"Darling, I'm ready." Just waiting for you to make a move, his eyes clearly conveying this message without any disguise.
"I'm ready too." Yang Chuxia chuckled and approached him, wrapping one arm around his head and ravaging his thin lips. After a while, she stopped, and Ye Zi'an grumbled discontentedly, "Seriously, darling, I've been waiting forever, and all I get is this bland soup?"
"What's the rush? Slow and steady."
"Oh my, darling, going slow with this could be fatal, you know?" Ye Zi'an chuckled, "This calls for a stormy night. If you can't do it, I'm coming in, okay?"
"Not your turn to take the initiative today." Yang Chuxia scolded him with a laugh, wrapping the belt in her hand around his wrist.
"What's this about?" Ye Zi'an looked at his hand, just one hand tied to the headboard like that? But he underestimated Yang Chuxia, and by the time he realized his hands and feet were all tied up, he found it a bit interesting.
