It was then Yu Sha realized she was sitting on top of his laps, her right wrist was handcuffed to his left wrist. His right arm had rounded her waist at the front and pulled her onto his laps. She gulped as her body temperature rose through the roof. Before she recalled a glimpse of their past selves, she wasn't this sensitive to his presence and touch. Why? Just because she recalled, it shouldn't have this huge of an effect, right? Or was the feelings she developed in this time? They weren't the same people they were lifetimes ago. Why should it still matter now?
Yu Sha struggled as she attempted to get off his laps, but his arm still held her down. Her mind went meek as his fragrance assaulted her senses and she stuttered incoherently, "Le... let me go."
The struggle to keep her composure was pleasing to his taste that he couldn't help but let a satisfying smile.
