Shu Qiqi instinctively tightened her hold around the man.
Leng Yichen's lips curled into a satisfied smile.
It was a smile he himself hadn't noticed.
Shu Qiqi was placed onto the bed, droplets of water still clinging to her bare shoulders, looking alluring and tempting.
The bath towel slid down a bit, exposing a vast expanse of skin; the man's eyes darkened, his breathing growing more erratic.
He looked at Shu Qiqi, and she also looked at him.
Leng Yichen's arm was still wrapped around the bend of her knee, not letting go, his other hand circling her waist and back.
Shu Qiqi was unnerved by his stare, her heart pounding like thunder, and for a moment she even forgot to let go of her grip.
Leng Yichen leaned down toward her, and scared, she arched back, forgetting that she was still hooking the man's neck, and they both tumbled onto the bed.
Leng Yichen reacted quickly, propping himself to her side in time to avoid crushing her.