"Wu ..." She frowned and struggled, her face turning red.
His large hand reached into his wide coat and pinched her slender waist. His other hand was on her back as if he wanted to unzip the dress.
She closed her eyes and raised her leg to kick him in the groin.
With a muffled groan, his face turned pale and his hands became much weaker.
Taking advantage of this time, she pushed him away and slapped him hard on the face before running away with reddened eyes.
He lay on the ground, and the pain in his lower body woke him up. Only then did he realize what he had just done, and he hammered the ground in frustration.
She was already repulsed by his approach, and now that he had done that, although he had been thinking about her day and night, if he scared her, they would probably not have another chance to meet again, let alone recall everything that had happened in the past.
Ji Ziming sat on the ground and leaned against a pillar. He panted and closed his eyes.
