Yun Shifei didn't realize that after she said Cheng Lie wasn't capable, the man seemed to look particularly angry.
She hadn't figured out why he was upset when, in the next instant, the world spun around, and the two of them had already switched positions.
The room was dark, with a sliver of moonlight streaming through the window, illuminating a corner of the space.
In that darkness, Yun Shifei could still see Cheng Lie's gaze—his pitch-black eyes held a profound and burning intensity, and at this moment, he was staring directly at her.
The overwhelming aura of desire seemed to press down on her.
In that instant, Yun Shifei felt a little flustered and nervous.
Cheng Lie reached out and rubbed her face; the roughness of his fingertips carried a scalding warmth, inexplicably tinged with an air of intimacy.
"Feifei, savor this carefully," he said, his voice both serious and wicked.
...
Yun Shifei felt like she had truly hit a wall this time.
