Su Yan immediately stopped what she was doing and turned to look at him.
Chu Yuxiao was only wearing a white undershirt, his hair undone and draped over his shoulders. The slightly open collar revealed his delicate collarbones, adding a touch of decadent beauty.
He leaned against the headboard, his eyes seemingly lightly fixed on her, yet not blinking.
And his lips were tightly pursed, almost forming a straight line.
He seemed indifferent, but his silence betrayed his current state of tension.
Su Yan felt a stir in her heart and, with a smile, pounced toward him.
Landing heavily on top of him, she chuckled, "The person I was looking for is you. Tell me, Young Master Chu, do you want me?"
Chu Yuxiao reached out to stroke her back, pursed his lips again, and without speaking, he just gazed at her with his dark eyes.
Su Yan could not maintain her smiling expression. Could he really be angry?
It was just a joke she thought...
"Chu Yuxiao..."
