Sheng Yin shivered, her resolve crumbling as his hand inched higher, his touch searing through the fabric.
The spoon clattered against the pot as her grip faltered, her body betraying her completely.
"Cut!"
But this time, Yu Shuchang didn't pull away. His lips brushed her ear, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down her spine.
"Tell me to stop," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. "Or I'll keep going."
Sheng Yin's breath came in short, shallow gasps, her body trembling with a mix of fear and desire. She wanted to tell him to stop, to end this torment.
But the words wouldn't come. Instead, she leaned into him, her body answering for her as his hand slid higher, his touch igniting a fire she could no longer ignore.
Yu Shuchang's smirk widened, his grip tightening as he murmured, "Good girl."
After the scene, Sheng Yin requested a break.