Yu Anwan's breathing grew increasingly constrained. She wanted to escape, but in this confined space, she had no room to flee. All she could do was watch Wen Jin passively.
It felt like everything had shifted.
Inside the cramped bathroom, an air of ambiguity lingered, along with the scent of masculine hormones.
Suddenly, Wen Jin spun around, swiftly positioning Yu Anwan atop the sink.
Yu Anwan was seated involuntarily, gazing up at Wen Jin.
Wen Jin was tall, so Yu Anwan could only see his Adam's apple. It protruded prominently, exuding an incredibly seductive allure.
Yu Anwan recalled that, when she used to browse online forums, someone had mentioned that men with prominent Adam's apples possessed certain exceptional abilities.
At the thought, Yu Anwan's ears grew even warmer.
Because Yu Anwan was well aware that Wen Jin indeed had exceptional abilities.
"Hmm?" Wen Jin lowered his head, looking at Yu Anwan.