Already feeling down, Anko seemed utterly crushed by Uchiha Yin's words.
She lowered her head to look at her fair, clean body and said softly, "Master Yin, I came because I was already prepared. I didn't expect you to dislike me so much. I should just go back!"
After saying that, Anko looked on the verge of tears and turned to leave.
Hearing her words, Uchiha Yin suddenly snapped to attention.
In a flash, he appeared in front of Anko, caught her wrist, and gently lifted it. Her oversized sleeve immediately slipped down, exposing her entire pale arm.
With her arm raised like that, Anko had no choice but to lift her head and look at Uchiha Yin.
"You just said you were prepared. What did you prepare?"
As he spoke, Uchiha Yin stood very close to Anko.
They were so close that Anko could even feel his hot breath.
Her composure immediately began to falter.
"I asked Rin yesterday what I needed to do beforehand. She told me to wash myself clean, so I washed before coming!"
Anko looked aggrieved as she spoke. She couldn't understand why, even though she had washed herself clean, Master Yin still seemed unwilling to give her more than a glance.
For a moment, Uchiha Yin could hardly believe his ears.
Still doubtful, he asked, "Are you sure you're ready?"
Anko immediately nodded firmly. "Of course I'm ready!"
Uchiha Yin smiled at once and pulled Anko into his arms. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he lightly stroked the soft flesh there through her clothes.
In that instant, Anko felt as though he had touched some pressure point, sending a tingling sensation spreading throughout her body.
Uchiha Yin watched her expression with satisfaction. "Since you're ready, don't regret it later."
Before Anko could nod,