Jiang Xinli's eyes widened. She snatched her fingers back as if she'd been electrocuted, a series of risqué images flashing uncontrollably through her mind.
A slight smile played on the man's lips, his voice low and tempting. "So, why don't you guess what I'm going to do to you next, Female Master? There's a prize if you're right."
"What's the prize?" Jiang Xinli asked softly, her face blushing.
"Anything you want. Though, with a few exceptions due to... objective limitations. I'll just have to owe you for those," the man said, his gaze burning as he stared at her.
'Could it be...?' Jiang Xinli pursed her lips in thought. She took his hand and, with a hint of shyness, slowly traced four letters onto his palm: "X," "X," "O," "O."
The moment she finished, she realized how direct she'd been. Her body froze instantly, and the tips of her ears flushed red.
