Ye Yiheng's gaze passed over the top of the screen, looking in her direction, seeing her back turned to the screen, obviously too shy to face him.
"This past few days, haven't you been quite curious?" he teased.
At those words, Leng Yu Yan almost stammered, "Me, me, what am I curious about?"
"Don't you want to see?" Ye Yiheng reined in his smile and walked over to her side, "This time, I'll give you the chance, turn around."
"I don't want to see!" she protested.
"Really don't want to see?" Ye Yiheng's voice was laced with teasing.
Leng Yu Yan lifted his clothes to the side of her face, to block her view: "Really don't want to see!"
"These past two days, haven't you been trying to estimate the extent of my... incapabilities?" Ye Yiheng suddenly reached out and touched her arm.
Leng Yu Yan started, her shoulder shaking in turn, "How do you know?"
"I'm not stupid," he chuckled lowly, "Now tell me honestly, that morning, what was this hand of yours trying to grasp?"
