Feng Wanting abruptly looked away. The damp mist by the pool still clung to him, and he stood as if he had been burned. "Stop messing around. Go take a hot shower."
"I'm serious." Pei Yang tilted his head, his expression innocent, though his voice carried a faint, seductive tremor. "Want to try?"
How interesting. With the way Feng Wanting got turned on anytime, anywhere, how was he anything like someone with no sex drive? A little verbal teasing, and he was already like this...
Still, his self-control proved stronger than Pei Yang had expected. He actually walked away without looking back.
"Really not going to try?" Pei Yang called after him, his teasing voice following Feng Wanting. "Holding it in isn't good for you."
"Until we're officially together," Feng Wanting said with his back to Pei Yang, "I won't touch you again."
Pei Yang: "..."
Fine. A real man of his word.
Feng Wanting fled into the bathroom, and the rush of water erupted. Watching the tightly closed bathroom door, Pei Yang silently breathed a sigh of relief.
A thin sheen of sweat coated his palms. Luckily, he had diverted Feng Wanting's attention. Otherwise, if Feng Wanting had questioned him about what had happened in the pool, he really would not have known how to explain it. He actually harbored an abnormal longing and an obsessive craving for that feeling of suffocating underwater.
The next day, as morning light pierced the clouds, Lu Yu made an unexpected appearance in Feng Wanting's office. He frowned, his hand pausing over the documents as his gaze swept across the calendar. "It hasn't even been a week since your last visit."
"It hasn't!" Lu Yu was unusually excited today, nothing like the listless woman who had come before. She took a thin folder