Late at night, in Yelena's room at the stronghold of pulsating nuclei.
"Master, I see you don't even blush in this kind of situation."
Yelena had taken off her coat, exposing her smooth back to the air, while Zhao Mingwei stood expressionless behind her, his fingertips pressed against the back of her neck.
The touch sent Yelena's body into a rigid state, yet she still cautiously turned her head around to steal a glance at Zhao Mingwei.
She noticed Zhao Mingwei's expression, so calm it was as if he wasn't touching the smooth back of a girl who had just turned eighteen, but was instead touching a statue of a dignified, towering Buddha.
There wasn't even a hint of his eyes wandering elsewhere! This made Yelena doubt her allure as a woman.
"Blush? I'm not in the mood to blush right now."
