She froze upon hearing those words, too stiff to even move. Leng Mochen paused for a moment before teasingly saying, "This idea doesn't sound too bad!"
Seeing her pale little face, he felt a surge of satisfaction. Perhaps all men have a mischievous streak, and he was no exception.
In her heart, she rolled her eyes. This big troublemaker! But on her face, she had to appear pleading: "Please! Go back first, okay?"
If this keeps going, he might pounce on her, and she'd surrender immediately! Boohoo, she absolutely didn't want to enter the bridal chamber prematurely, okay?
It was truly a lone man and a single woman, alone in a room; dry wood near flames, incredibly dangerous!
"Fine! I'll pick you up tomorrow morning!" Leng Mochen nipped lightly at her upper lip in a teasing punishment, making her look at him with grievance: "Why are you doing this! Hurry up and leave! I'm sleepy!"
