Once Yvette Liu left, only Shawn Young and Sylvia Snow were left in the room. Sylvia was clutching the "Mini Serenade" in her hands, her face blushing furiously, too shy to say a word. The air between them instantly turned steamy and suggestive.
"Sylvia, hey, are you okay?" Shawn finally broke the awkward silence.
"Why did you take so long to get here? I was freaking out! If you hadn't come, I really would've had to marry Damian Zeng!" Sylvia pouted at him, her voice full of playful complaint.
"Heh! Like he'd dare! You're my woman, Sylvia! If anyone tries to take you from me, I’ll mess them up!" Shawn declared possessively, wrapping his arms around Sylvia’s slender waist. He knew this was exactly what she wanted to hear right now.
"You’re so bossy! But honestly, I love it," Sylvia giggled, her heart fluttering with joy.
"Sylvia, it’s just the two of us here now," Shawn whispered, hugging her waist and savoring her soft curves and the fresh, girlish scent unique to her. His heart raced with excitement as he teased her deliberately.
"I know! You—you naughty boy, what are you planning?" Sylvia’s cheeks flushed even deeper as she pressed her soft body tightly against Shawn, feeling his heartbeat speed up.
"I want to see you wear the set Yvette gave you—the Mini Serenade!" Shawn said boldly, his eyes glinting with mischief.
"Ah! You’re such a perv, Shawn! You must’ve picked up bad habits from Yvette!" Sylvia protested, half embarrassed, half amused.
"Haha, what’s so bad about Yvette? I think she’s awesome!" Shawn replied with a wicked grin.