But no matter how much she resisted, he remained still.
Her slender waist was tightly held by Lu Jihan, leaving no gap between them.
"You... let go!" Song Yinyin raised her head in shame and anger.
He lowered his eyes, almost eye to eye, nose to nose with her, their breaths interwoven.
Lu Jihan's face was calm, his gaze at her indifferent, as if holding her like this was the most natural thing.
However, Song Yinyin, being thin-skinned, did not dare to make too much noise, fearing she might alarm others in the villa.
Her hands were still pressed against his chest, and through the shirt's fabric, his body heat transferred to her palms...
She felt as if her palms were on fire, slightly burning and sweating.
She understood that unless she gave Lu Jihan a firm reassurance, he wouldn't let her go.
But how should she do it, to give him this reassuring promise?
She didn't know what came over her, but a bold idea suddenly sprang to Song Yinyin's mind at that moment.
