93 Game

A few minutes later, Ying Sheng padded across the room, holding two cups of ginger tea. She gave one to Liam and plunked down the sofa next to him.

"So, what made you dropped the cups like that?! You could have gotten hurt." Ying Sheng queried, staring at him.

"You." Liam blurted out before he could stop himself. He widened his eyes when he realized what he had said.

"Me? What did I do?" Ying Sheng asked with a confused frown marred on her forehead.

Liam fidgeted and stared at the cup he was holding.

"I-You looked so-sexy- wearing my sweater that I.. just lost it." He said awkwardly.

After what seemed like forever but clearly a few seconds, he took a risk and looked at her.

He saw a devilish sparkle in her eyes.

Ying Sheng slid closer to him, her eyes roaming his face.

"Oh, so you had dirty thoughts seeing me in your sweater?" Ying Sheng whispered in his ears, her breathing heavily in the crock of his neck, making him shiver.