Yan Xi placed her hand against Yu Siting's chest, trying to pull some distance between them, but Yu Siting held her waist tightly, his voice low and alluring.
"Xixi, think of something?"
As Yu Siting spoke, the warmth of his breath brushed against Yan Xi's face.
Yan Xi, who was already feeling heated, noticed her body temperature rise even more.
"I can't think of anything,"
she murmured softly, her face flushed with embarrassment, her eyes too shy to even glance at Yu Siting.
Yu Siting freed one hand and grabbed Yan Xi's hand resting against his chest, guiding it downward.
Feeling the firmness beneath her touch, Yan Xi quickly pulled her hand away as if burned.
"Yu Siting!"
She bit her lower lip lightly, both annoyed and flustered.
"Everyone's waiting for us to go downstairs for breakfast."
Seeing her rosy cheeks mixed with a touch of irritation, Yu Siting refrained from any further action and simply planted a gentle kiss on her cheek.
"Go freshen up. I need to cool off."