Cang Yue grabbed onto Yun Che’s wrists, looked at him with bashful eyes, and tried her best to calm down. “Young Master Fen, thank you for your good will. However, I’m not entirely interested in moongazing. If there’s nothing else, Young Master Fen, please take your leave.”
As she was talking, Yun Che’s pair of hands started to move about in a bad manner. He gripped, rubbed, and pinched, causing Cang Yue to pant erratically. She had no choice but to grit her teeth, forcing herself to not emit any sound.