Yan Ting's eyes narrowed slightly, watching as a sudden blush spread across her snow-white, delicate face. With his rough fingertips, he inexplicably pinched her soft, tender cheeks that felt as smooth as a peeled egg.
Her face was truly small, barely the size of a palm, yet her features were fine and exquisite. Especially those soft, rosy lips that had been bitten by her—they were so alluring and plump that he felt an urge to claim them, never wanting to let go.
The warmth of his fingers made Lin Banxia feel unbearably hot. She quickly turned her face slightly to the side and took a step back, "You're probably tired from getting back this late. How about you take a shower and I'll go downstairs to get you a glass of water?"
"Mm!" Yan Ting seemed quite pleased with her gentle and thoughtful demeanor, which resembled that of a sweet, caring wife, stirring an inexplicable desire to spoil her.
