"Really?" Yinzai deliberately leaned into Murong Xuenen's ear and said.
The hot breath from Yinzai's breath burned the base of Murong Rong's ears, which turned red all the way to his neck and then to his face.
Yinzai also playfully bit the tender earlobe and licked it again.
Murong Rong was alert, pushed Yinzai away, and jumped away like a reflex. "This is the hall, how could you do this..."
He was not shy, but she was. There were nine people in the villa, including the driver and the gardener. In the hall, people were going up and down. She was seen. Did she want to see anyone?
Yinzai was leaning on the sofa, his lazy breath exuding a seductive sex appeal.
Several buttons on the shirt were unbuttoned at some point, revealing strong, elastic muscles.
Those deep black eyes looked at Murong Rong with some provocation, "If you're not in the hall, how about we go back to the room?"
"No, I'm a servant now. I'm going to wash the dishes..." Murong Rong moved towards the kitchen step by step.
"You dare to take one more step and try." The soft voice contained a certain chill that seeped from the bone marrow, a chill that made people freeze.
Murong Rong immediately did not dare to move, and looked at him pitifully with eyes filled with grievances.
"Come here." Yinzai hooked his fingers, obviously so casually, but with an unquestionable order.
Murong Rong moved over in small steps...
Yinzai was very impatient, his cold eyes suddenly flashed, and Murong was immediately frightened to the point of weakness.
Didn't he just want to be with her... Well, why, why do you have to be so scary...
If you die, just die, just as if you were eaten by a dog...
Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, and it is better to die early than to die later.
Murong Rong rushed to Yinzai in a few steps and pouted, "If he wants to kiss you, just kiss him, hurry up!"
Yinzai put one hand on the back of his head and stretched the other hand on the armrest of the sofa. He raised his thick eyebrows lazily and asked in a very puzzled and serious manner: "Why are you pouting? You want to kiss me?"
Murong Rong was so angry that her face was red and burning. It was obviously him who wanted to kiss her, okay? He just said that he wanted to consummate the marriage with her. How could it become that she was molesting him?
"Then, why did you ask me to come over?"
Yin Zai raised his chin to the coffee table, with a narrow smile in his eyes: "Of course I asked you to come over and make tea. Otherwise, what do you think I want to ask you to do? Or, what do you want me to do to you?"