The clock on the wall kept ticking.
Qin Na tied up her long hair, now not going commando under her nightgown any longer, bit her lip, and said, "You little rascal, you can turn around now!"
Ye Tian slowly turned around.
He kept his head down, not daring to look at Qin Na again.
"You little rascal, weren't you so capable just a moment ago?"
"Wasn't your tongue quite nimble?"
Qin Na confronted Ye Tian with a stare.
In her mind, she replayed the wonderful sensations that Ye Tian's tongue had given her, took a deep breath, and her heartbeat involuntarily quickened.
Ye Tian clasped his hands together, feeling restless and uneasy.
Seeing that Ye Tian wasn't just pretending, Qin Na felt much better.
A man who can be shy and nervous couldn't be all that bad.
Her gaze in those beautiful eyes landed on Ye Tian's pants, and her pearly teeth nearly bit through her lip.
Her thighs had felt the intense heat from Ye Tian.
Though she had never eaten pork, she had seen pigs run.