She glanced at Ye Sihan's calm face and noticed that he seemed unaware of this particular detail.
Yet Tang Yu felt her heart pounding inexplicably.
In the past, she had never felt this way.
After dinner, Tang Yu asked, "Can I take a look at the wound?"
Ye Sihan lifted his eyes to look at her for a moment before he began unbuttoning his shirt.
Tang Yu's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly pressed down on his hand, "Can't I see it on your arm?"
Ye Sihan grasped her wrist and pulled her onto him—
"Ah..." Tang Yu fell into his broad chest, and the next second, she was lightened as he picked her up and placed her against the resting bed.
"The back provides a more comprehensive view," Ye Sihan said, unbuttoning his collar with one hand, one by one, downwards.
Tang Yu gazed at the man above her, her heart racing, her breathing disordered.
The protruding, sensual Adam's apple, and then below, the well-defined pectoral and abdominal muscles soon came into view, radiating strength.