He believed that she was not putting on a show. Such guileless reaction could not be faked.
Mu Yazhe mused. Haven't this girl developed yet into a woman after six years?
He was admittedly satisfied with that. At least, her goodness was his alone to enjoy.
He was no different from other men, after all.
Her pureness and innocence filled him with pitiful pleasure, yet her seductive and coquettish persona last night also delighted him to no end.
He teased her with a playful smile, "Why are you so shy?"
His voice sounded mature and pleasant – mellow and charismatic. It made her heart skip a beat, and she blushed even more.
He smiled at her reaction and said with amusement, "You weren't like this last night."
He caressed her tiny waist and half-heartedly lifted up her skirt. His big hand probed in invasively and cuddled her smooth back.
Stunned, she quickly held his roaming hand. "Stop…"
