But Lu Jihan just had such thick skin; the more she worried about something, the bolder he became.
Not only did he refuse to release the hold on her arms, but he even tightly wrapped his own arms around her waist, his large hand slowly caressing her as if igniting a fire, leaving Song Yinyin feeling somewhat out of control.
Lu Jihan's slightly heated lips returned to hers, capturing her cherry-like pink lips.
Then, little by little, he kissed his way down below her chin...
Her pajamas were lifted high, and the coarse palm of his hand raised layers of tiny goosebumps all over her skin...
Song Yinyin was frightened by his bold actions, her delicate arms desperately pushing against his chest, unable to make too large a movement.
"Lu Jihan, stop... stop it! Don't do this..." She spoke intermittently, panting, her pretty face flushed.
Lu Jihan half-supported his body, slightly squinting his sharp eyes in the dark, gazing at her flushed cheeks and slightly parted lips.
