After Yue Hua Yin spoke, he leaned down slightly, his voice laced with a suggestive smile as he whispered in her ear:
"A friendly reminder, Female Master. Your dress... seems to be wet..."
Jiang Xinli's face flushed red. Embarrassed and speechless, she stammered, "You—"
The man's lips curled into a smile. "I don't have any strange fetishes. It's just that a wolf's sense of smell is naturally keen."
"Well, I'm leaving now." She composed herself, placed a hand on his shoulder, and stood on her toes to give him a polite, light kiss on the lips. Then, she turned and strode quickly toward the living room.
Yue Hua Yin's tongue darted out to lick the lingering warmth on his lips and the cut she had made when she bit him. Watching the girl who had been passionately kissing him just a second ago now leave his embrace with an icy air, a strange feeling stirred within him.
Jiang Xinli walked to the kitchen entrance and picked up the scattered gemstone necklaces from the floor, one by one.
