"Yanyan, do you want me... to take you?"
Song Enyan's face, already flush, turned a cooked-shrimp red at this.
Watching Nangong Ze's hot, passionate gaze, she wanted to say "yes," but was too shy to utter it. She feared that Nangong didn't mean it that way and was only teasing her; saying "yes" might make her seem cheap and unreserved.
With too many worries, she feared that speaking more might cause more mistakes.
Song Enyan bit her lip, wrestling with her thoughts for a while before cautiously speaking, "Nangong, let's have a drink together first..."
"Yanyan, I don't need that to arouse me," Nangong Ze emphasized the last two words.
A mischievous smile lingered at the depths of his charming eyes.
The girl he had yearned for many years had finally grown up. Just being alone with her was enough for him to lose control – he certainly didn't need anything else for arousal!
"Yes, yes!" Song Enyan pushed him away and stood up.
