Hearing those words, Ye Jian felt her heart skip a beat.
A mix of excitement, anxiety, and disbelief surged through her chest.
She took a slow step forward, then another, each movement deliberate as she approached the bed.
This would be the first time in her life that she would be sharing a bed with a man.
Her palms felt slightly warm, her breathing subtly uneven, yet she forced herself to remain composed.
No matter how bold her words had been, the reality of the moment made her acutely aware of every heartbeat, every breath, every step closer to him.
Finally, she reached the bedside and sat down carefully, her movements controlled, her posture elegant… yet inside, her emotions were anything but calm.
Lin Feng did not let his gaze wander over her body.
Instead, his eyes remained fixed on her own… steady, calm, and unreadable, as if he were looking straight into her soul rather than at her form.
