Mo Nanze realized that his tone had been too harsh.
His eyes flickered, and when he looked at Lu Yinfeng again, his expression softened.
"Yinfeng, I just want to wrap up this case quickly so I can have the chance to accompany you to the United States for treatment," Mo Nanze said, tilting his head and leaning close to her ear, his warm breath heating her ear, "You're scared just to attend a banquet—won't you be even more frightened to go for treatment in the United States?"
Lu Yinfeng's cheeks flushed slightly and she nodded gently, her eyes misty with moisture.
She had felt quite uncomfortable just moments ago, but with Mo Nanze's explanation, her heart suddenly warmed.
Lu Yinfeng nodded softly and murmured, "Okay..."
*
That evening, Mo Nanze held Lu Yinfeng as they lay in bed.
Since she wasn't well, he didn't touch her.
Even though his desire was strong when they kissed, even just holding her stirred him, even when Lu Yinfeng relaxed and said they could try...