"Want to come home with me tonight and sleep?" He gently brushed the dust off his shoulder.
The tone was so natural and effortless.
"Impossible." Song Yi refused without even thinking, her gaze clear and decisive.
The man chuckled softly and suddenly leaned towards her.
Song Yi instinctively retreated.
"Look outside at the traffic," he said with a mischievous smile, "If you don't agree, I'll sleep with you right here."
The cold wind grazed her back, chilling her skin, and Song Yi shivered, biting her lip. It dawned on her why he didn't close the window.
He was waiting for her here.
...
Many times, anger rolled within her chest, making her breath uneven, her soft white face cold and rigid. But ultimately…
Song Yi compromised.
She returned to Tang Si's home once again.
Tang Si removed his coat, rolled up his sleeves slightly, revealing a section of his arm where the veins stood out conspicuously, alluring in their sensuality.
