Xu Qianli could only feel waves of mischievous fire running riot, wishing he could immediately take Ye Yuhe, this great beauty, into the room and severely deal with her.
Yet, ironically, they were right in the middle of dinner, and there was simply no opportunity.
He gave Ye Yuhe a look, hoping she would calm down a bit.
Seeing Xu Qianli's gaze made Ye Yuhe even more excited. She stretched out her other foot too, and her feet, as smooth as jade, fiercely dealt with him.
Suddenly, Ye Yuhe's pretty face flushed. That damned Xu Qianli had taken advantage of picking up his chopsticks to dip under the table. He slipped under the table and caught her delicate feet, biting each one.
The sensation was both painful and embarrassingly sweet, with an inexplicably strange taste that made her whole body flutter, her heart pounding uncontrollably.
