"Do you hate my touch that much?"
Su An'an's fingertip traced the hollow of Lan Cangming's throat. She chuckled. "Or is the great Mermaid Marshal afraid of being touched?"
She deliberately let her words linger, her other hand pressing against his taut waist. She felt the muscles underneath her palm tighten instantly.
"Don't push your luck!"
Lan Cangming's eyes were as if forged from ice, his tone cold and harsh.
But his fish tail betrayed him, rubbing against her calf again and again.
"Your tail is far more honest than your mouth."
The corner of Su An'an's mouth curved up. Her fair fingers brushed over his abs, then circled over his hard, dark blue scales.
"Don't touch me there!"
Lan Cangming's Adam's apple bobbed violently. He grabbed her wrists, but his grip was surprisingly weak.
"My dear Marshal, the examination isn't over. Lie back down like a good boy!"
