"If there is nothing else, I will go," she said softly before turning around to leave.
But her small hand was pinned down by his. The man used force, and she was directly dragged over to face him. Yin Shuiling let out a scream. "Ah!" She did not have any time to react at all, and there was a towel thrown against her face. The man's deep and joking voice rang out by the side of her ears as he said, "Don't shout. Others would misunderstand."
There was a fragrance on the towel, and she did not know whether it was stained with the fragrance from his body or it was because Aunty soaked in softener overnight. After she had a whiff of the smell, Yin Shuiling's small face turned crimson. She stretched her small hand out hurriedly to remove the towel on her face. She raised her head, and in her gaze was Yin Muchen's extremely handsome face. She stared at him as she said, "You, you did it on purpose?"
