Jia looked left. Then right.
Left. Then right again.
"You should be looking at the birthday boy," his deep voice sent a tickle within her.
She closed in and whispered. "How could I look at you when everyone else is looking at me? First of all, I am still in my uniform."
He grinned. "Seeing you in your uniform is my secret fetish, Spicy~"
"..."
She ignored that and continued. "Then I also need a shower."
His black eyes glistened with mischief. He approached closer, his lips hovering at the edges of her ear.
"Shall we head to the bathroom right away?"
His warm, slow breath passed across the nape of her neck, teasing the fine hair on it. It cascaded through her left arm, filling up her chest like a small balloon puffing up with air.
"Eyes unfocused, labored breathing, trembling fingers - Shall Dr. Yang make a diagnosis?"
It was a treacherous journey, but she tore herself from the lure of his seductive voice.
"A-Also, Aunt just…" she gulped.
