Yu Yanshen seemed to have guessed she would do this, his eyes darkening the moment she stood up.
With one hand, he pressed on the back of her head with a slight force, and repositioned her right before his eyes.
He lazily and slyly hooked the corner of his eye, "Thinking of running away after having your fill of tofu?"
Their hot breaths intertwined, and Yao Qing had a moment of dizziness.
The man's eyes grew even darker.
His gaze traveled to her lips and he pursed his own.
Yao Qing seemed to realize his intention, and yet she seemed a bit confused.
In matters like this, Yu Yanshen had held absolute dominion from the very start.
Perhaps because he handled emotions with more ease, he always played the dominant role.
The hand resting on the back of Yao Qing's head unconsciously exerted more force, pulling her even closer to himself.
His eyes deepened, as if igniting a flicker of fire, "Now that you've had your turn, it's mine."