Lin Banxia swallowed nervously, her small hands clutching tightly onto the agreement. As Yan Ting's every step pushed closer, she flusteredly retreated backward.
But soon, she had nowhere left to retreat. Behind her was a cold, unyielding wall, which her straight back pressed against. The overwhelming scent of male pheromones poured out from his physique and engulfed her instantly, leaving her so terrified she forgot to breathe.
"I… I haven't showered yet." Lin Banxia felt as though in the next moment she would be devoured by the man. Hastily, she came up with a way to save herself.
Yan Ting always dressed impeccably every day. For someone of wealth, it wasn't uncommon to have a natural inclination toward cleanliness.
So, since she hadn't showered yet, surely Yan Ting wouldn't be able to bring himself to touch her, right?
"I don't care if you're dirty!" His low, hoarse voice struck against her ear, accompanied by the intense warmth of his breath.
