The air was thick with a sweet aroma, the overpowering masculine scent flooded Ning Chu’s mind and body, making her actions akin to those of a hentai protagonist—she was embarrassed and ashamed, yet couldn’t help but feel exhilarated.

However, Wen Yang, unlike usual, didn’t indulge her. In fact, he wouldn’t even touch her.

Her spring-filled eyes lowered as she gently poked Wen Yang’s side. "Wen... Wen Yang..."

His body shuddered at her touch, and, frightened, he quickly put distance between them, unable to even glance back, huddling like a small, helpless creature in the corner of the bed.

“Don’t touch …