Shen Huaichuan gazed down at the woman who was tightly clutching his collar; her eyes slightly reddened, making her look very enchanting and immensely attractive to him.
He reached out to pinch her delicate skin, amused and slightly annoyed by her question.
"Does President Yan hope I can, or hope I can't?"
Shen Huaichuan's question stumped Yan Ruyu.
Yan Ruyu's eyes were hazy, filled with confusion, as she gradually let go of her grip, suppressing the discomfort in her body.
Shen Huaichuan just watched her quietly lying in the bathtub, her entire body wet from the water, with several strands of hair sticking to her pretty face, which unexpectedly added a touch of vulnerability.
Shen Huaichuan's heart stirred, and he leaned down to kiss her lips.
Yan Ruyu's eyes looked vacant, then she reached out to hook her arms around his neck, wanting him to be closer to her.
However, Shen Huaichuan merely kissed her and refrained from further action.