She had overplayed her hand.
That was the only thought on Yu An's mind.
She had only meant to placate Mo Yan and keep his emotions in check, but now…
Glancing at his criminally handsome face and his perfect body, Yu An decided to just lie back and let him… ahem!
'A personal handyman who doubles as a bed warmer… I'm definitely not losing out on this deal.'
"Focus," Mo Yan said, displeased, as he cupped her face. "Right now, you're only allowed to think about me."
'At this very moment, his Female Master belonged to him, and him alone. She was completely and utterly his.'
Mo Yan made no effort to hide his possessiveness. With their foreheads pressed together, their breaths mingled as one.
The temperature rose, and Yu An felt a startling heat in her palms.
"Wait, wait, wait—"
Yu An urgently called a halt, trying to cool her flushed face with deep breaths. "Actually, I don't really remember much about that night."
