It's just that the thin veil has not been pierced yet.
"Brother Yan." Yu Xinman closed the door with a reverse hand, threw herself into the man's arms, and wrapped her arms around his neck: "I missed you so much, wanted to see you."
A wave of alcohol hit him in the face, and Chen Yan's eyes darkened slightly. His hand on her waist rubbed imperceptibly: "Xinman, have you been drinking?"
"Just a little bit." The girl kept rubbing against his neck, her lips unintentionally grazing his collarbone, highly seductive.
A warmth surged through Chen Yan's lower abdomen. He gently kissed her cheek, maintaining a gentlemanly demeanor: "Go rest on the bed for a while first."
"What about you?"
"I'll go next door."
"No!" Yu Xinman tightened her grip around his neck and pressed her body against his: "Brother Yan, stay with me."
The girl's voice was soft and tender, making it impossible to refuse. Chen Yan sighed lightly, resignedly: "Then you go ahead."
