Watching Yan Weichi’s face flushed with moisture and her eyes wide with unease, Shangguan Xi felt the spark of cruelty within him begin to awaken. His fingers, hooked beneath Yan Weichi’s arms, tightened involuntarily. Had he moved just an inch further, he would have been touching something else entirely. How soft, how lovely, how impossible to put down that would be!
He was not actually impotent; how could he remain indifferent to Yan Weichi’s repeated provocations? Sensing his body slipping out of his control, Shangguan Xi suddenly released his grip on her. With a splash, he stood up in the wooden bathtub.
This sudden movement made Yan Weichi’s breath hitch. When acting as a physician, she was single-minded and dared to look at anything, but in this room, in this atmosphere, taking another glance would be nothing short of suicide.
Chapter 24