Nan Zhi felt pain as her shoulders slammed against the refrigerator. She could not help but cry out softly, "Ah…!"
Mu Sihan gripped onto Nan Zhi's shoulder with one hand, his other hand wrapped tightly around her waist.
He cursed in his heart. This woman was probably made of feathers!
She was unbelievably soft.
Nan Zhi's waist that was held by the man's large palm against the refrigerator was starting to itch. She struggled, hissing at him with her eyes sparking angrily, "Let me explain first. I didn't appear in front of you on purpose."
A lazy smirk appeared again on the man's handsome face. A low chuckle resonated from his chest as he drawled indifferently, "I haven't done anything. What are you shouting for? Why are you so defensive?"
Nan Zhi could not help but roll her eyes. She had shouted because of the pain in her shoulder from the force, okay?
What was in the head of this pervert?!
