She became intense, struggling fiercely.
His breathing suddenly grew heavier, realizing what she was resisting. He then controlled her other hand as well, warningly staring at her knee: "If you want your legs to be controlled too, then keep kicking."
Yan Jian was stunned and indeed didn't dare to move.
Heavens, she was wearing a skirt tonight; if he grabbed her legs... it would only make things worse.
Her temporary calmness made him smile in satisfaction, but his long eyebrows were furrowed tightly.
Aside from seeing her beautiful curves, he also saw the patch of rash caused by an allergy on her skin.
She still wanted to scratch it, but if she broke the skin, it might get infected!
He took a deep breath and looked into her eyes: "Your nails have polish; you're not allowed to scratch it with your hands."
Yan Jian was so uncomfortable she almost cried out: "It itches, but it itches so much."
