Lu Chenyuan didn't know why, but his once-proud self-restraint now seemed ready to surrender.
He turned and faced away from Lin Yan, the flame of desire still raging, muffled only by the thin fabric of his suit pants.
Lin Yan stepped down the stairs in her fluffy white slippers.
The sound of the slippers on the stairs felt as if they were trampling on Lu Chenyuan's heart.
His dark eyes narrowed slightly as he watched Lin Yan's exposed, delicate ankles.
Lu Chenyuan had a fetish for Lin Yan's ankles. He really liked them, especially when she would roll up her jeans deliberately to reveal them. That sight was an irresistible allure for him.
When Lin Yan came up, she had a pack of tissues in her hand, casually tossing them to Lu Chenyuan, who caught them steadily.
"What's up?"