Mu Anran was still lost in thought when Yu Lingqian already leaned in close.
He grasped her arms, pinning her hands above her head.
Mu Anran tried to escape but couldn't, only able to present her beautiful body before his eyes.
She bit her lip tightly, looking up at him nervously.
With one hand now free, the man traced the exquisite curves of her body, his breath growing heavy, and whispered in her ear, "Little fairy, who taught you this?"
His voice was low, like that of a fine cello—melodious and alluring, stirring Mu Anran's hormones.
She shook her head nervously, and after a long while of not intending to betray Nie Xiaoxun, she finally mustered the courage to say, "No one taught me."
"Why dress like this?" Yu Lingqian's fingertips lingered on her body.
Playing a hot melody, as if on piano keys.
Mu Anran's breathing grew heavier, "I, I wanted to apologize to you."
Phew... Finally, she said it!
