Liu Yanran's complexion was rosy, her charming eyes like silk, exuding allure with every move she made.
With such an expression, such an atmosphere, how could Ye Feng not be moved?
He, too, was a man, as normal as they come.
How could he not be moved?
As Ye Feng's hand moved upward, Liu Yanran's face flushed with shyness, teeth nibbling at her lip, and her eyes shimmering with emotion.
Ye Feng's body shuddered, and he silently watched Liu Yanran, feeling like smoke was about to billow from his throat.
Seeing that he had stopped, Liu Yanran's thoughts instantly cleared.
"You…"
Ye Feng also came back to his senses, forcefully suppressing the urge to throw himself at this woman, but he still stopped his hand and looked away.
"Are you feeling better now?"
"Yes," Liu Yanran retracted her leg, sitting awkwardly to one side.
Just now, she had a very impulsive thought.
She was on the verge of losing control.
"Rest now, I'm tired."
"Okay."