"I, I didn't…"
"Really?"
Yu An gave Feng Xuan a gentle push and he toppled over. She propped up her chin, the two of them so, so close that the slightest movement would cause their skin to touch.
"If you didn't, then why are you blushing? You're so hot all over. Hot and hard…"
"Yu An!"
Feng Xuan was both angry and embarrassed. He wanted nothing more than to shove Yu An away, but he was worried the commotion would wake the Zaizai, so he could only endure it in silence.
As if she had discovered something fun, Yu An slipped a hand under the hem of his clothes. Her fingertips traced the lines of his abs. They say friction creates heat, and after just a few strokes, the skin beneath her hand felt like it was on fire, frighteningly hot.
Feng Xuan was miserable. He desperately wanted to grab that mischievous hand and teach its owner a good lesson!
That hand continued its reckless teasing, and he felt that if he endured it any longer, he wouldn't be a man at all.
