After Si Yiyan left, Wen Xinya buried herself in her blanket and rolled around in bed non-stop!
Thinking about how Si Yiyan declared his loyalty to her in a subdued manner, a heat wave arose in her heart, and she felt her heart tighten and heat up. Si Yiyan's pride ran in his blood, but he was willing to humble himself for her—it felt like he was willing to give up all of his pride for her.
Thinking of which, she lifted the blanket, pulled up her skirt, and gently fondled with the Slave of Love on her ankle with her fingers. It was a suggestive name flooded with love and desire. Every time she thought of it, she felt heat on her ankle which spread to her entire body, briefly numbing her whole body!
Then she recalled how she had previously taken the initiative to kiss him and felt a gush a heat on her lips. She instinctively touched her own lips—such soul-lifting joy was something that she had never felt before in her previous lifetime.
