Wen looked at Rory and suddenly let out a soft laugh.
He stepped forward, his warm, broad chest pressing against Rory's back, his arms tightening to wrap her entirely into his embrace from behind.
"Haven't I already been captured by you?"
As he spoke, Wen tilted his head, his warm breath fanning across the shell of Rory's ear, his voice low, magnetic, and deeply seductive: "How else do you want to tame me? Hm?"
Rory looked through the mirror in front of her at the man behind her, her eyes sparkling with laughter as she replied, "Guess!"
This fish had constantly made her guess before. Now, it was her turn to make Wen guess.
Hearing this, Wen held her even tighter, a starry radiance flickering within his pink eyes.
"Speaking of guessing... Rory, that question I left for you before—did you figure out the answer?"
Rory turned around within Wen's arms, resting her back against the sink basin as she looked up at him.
She reached out and tapped the high bridge of Wen's nose.
