Liu Ye leaned against the edge of the pool, his neck arched in a sensual curve, squinting his deep, enticing eyes as if staring into some void in the air.
Of course, he hadn't forgotten about this; on the contrary, it was intentional.
He was well aware she could share in his bodily reactions.
The water rippled, deliberately causing mischief.
Shen Tang was driven to madness, furiously speaking to him through spiritual power, "You perverted, shameless scoundrel! Stop it at once!"
The female's voice carried a charming tremor.
Liu Ye's Adam's apple moved violently, his blue eyes stirred with hidden depths — this female probably didn't realize that her coquettish tone only further stirred a male's desire!
"You—" Shen Tang bit her lips tightly, almost unable to speak, for fear of making any suggestive sounds.
"...Can't handle it already?" Liu Ye's cold and handsome face turned red, a smile curving his lips, his voice hoarse,
"I can do worse."
