"Liang Qinglin? That's a beautiful name." With his voice tilting up with a pleasant tone as he praised her name, Xu Qi's hand gently gripped her waist, sliding them to her navel. He sensed the tension in her body uncoiling as she gradually relaxed from his hold.
Although she initially wanted to protest, Miss Qinglin's eyes fluttered shut after feeling the warmth spread from where Xu Qi's hands were holding her.
"Many thanks, Young Master Xu. It's been a while since I have been flattered like this."
"Flattery? No. No. You deserved more than just flattery, Miss Qinglin." He replied. His voice was now like a spell that continued to draw her further within his arms, locking her in another intimate embrace.
"T-that… I don't deserve…" She mumbled that response and Xu Qi ignored it as though he hadn't heard her deflecting.