The girl's voice was soft and sweet, like it contained clouds and honey. Her slightly uplifted tone had an alluring quality to it, making it impossible to resist.
An Yao noticed that the young man's figure stiffened visibly. Her beautiful eyes narrowed playfully as she maintained that soft, sweet tone, tinged with a hint of seduction.
"Can you help me? I just woke up from being sick, and I really have no strength. My wrists are so weak, and I might faint again…"
She saw the young man's form move, seemingly with a touch of helplessness.
He knelt behind her and reached out for the long belt entwined around her fingertips.
His gaze lingered on her delicate and fair fingertips for a moment, and his pupils slightly constricted.
Her fingers were too fair, and the long belt had left faint red imprints, visible even after he removed it.