Nan Qiao looked around, her face filled with confusion.
She blurted out, "Li Yehan, how come I'm at your house?"
Li Yehan sat up from the bed, the silk duvet sliding down from his chest to his waist.
He sat just like that, his torso strong and powerful, his abdomen clearly defined, exuding an intense sexual energy.
A single thought filled Nan Qiao's mind: Li Yehan looks like he'd be great at reproducing.
Nan Qiao shook her head to dispel the terrible thought.
Li Yehan caught the small, subtle movement and locked eyes with her, "What are you thinking?"
Nan Qiao maintained her guarded mentality, "I'm thinking, you must have lured me here with ill intentions."
Li Yehan got off the bed, wearing gray sleep pants that accentuated his powerful waist.
Broad shoulders, narrow hips, his muscles not overly bulging, clearly indicating strength.
He approached step by step, and even as Nan Qiao's hand touched the doorknob, she was still caught by Li Yehan's long, pale arm.