Too close, forgetting who was master and who was servant?

Seeing that he kept covering his mouth and refused to let go, Yun Yao opened her mouth and bit him.

"Please, Senior Sister, you absolutely can't talk about this kind of thing in front of Lady Zhao!"

"Hehe, Junior Brother... are you afraid the image of an upright gentleman you built for yourself will collapse? Actually, it's nothing. The fact that you're a show-off—can you hide it for a lifetime?"

"When the time comes, she'll naturally know," Lin Heng argued stubbornly.

Yun Yao's beautiful eyes rolled once in their sockets, as if she had thought of some wicked idea, and even her tone changed along with it.

"I think... I should put it another way."

"What way?"

"Junior Brother, you wouldn't want Lady Zhao to know that you're a show-off, would you?"

Hiss~~~

The temperature inside the room visibly rose, not because of the burning stove, but because a certain someone had sucked in a breath of cold air.

Fine, fine, fine, Little Chili, you want to play like this, do you? Tonight, you're going to have some good fruit to eat!

Haha, I'm dying laughing. I'd like to see what kind of bitter fruit he'll have to swallow...

Lin Heng was choked speechless. He sat on the chair and let the death-seeking Yun Yao tease his chin with her hand, stroke his face, and toy with his earlobe.

This feeling of playing a man in the palm of her hand gave her quite a sense of accomplishment.

Very soon, a hurried set of footsteps came from outside the door, and only then did Yun Yao quickly sit properly.

Bang!

The door was pushed open, bringing in a sheet of softness embraced by the slanting mist of the setting sun. A touch of elegance, a touch of plain white, slowly