She turned her face away, her cheeks burning, but that only made Feng Yiren lean lower until his voice brushed near her ear.
"Well," he murmured, his tone low and wicked, "does that mean I get to fuck you senseless now?"
Lin Huahua's soul nearly shot out of her body.
Her whole face exploded red from forehead to neck, and her white rat ears flattened so hard that they almost disappeared into her hair. For one terrible second, she could not even breathe. The words went straight into her mind, then down into her body, then back up to her face, where they turned into pure panic.
Then she shoved both hands against his bare chest. She could never get used to this shameless fox! Like ever.
"Feng Yiren, you shameless bastard!"
