Lu Ning was shocked. What was he talking about?
"Shameless!" She reached out her small hand to give him a slap.
But she missed. He quickly grabbed her wrist and pressed her down on the bed. His other hand came to her leg and touched her smooth skin.
His big palm moved around her thigh. There were no calluses on his palm, but there was a layer of gravel. It was painful and itchy when it scraped her smooth white skin. She was still wearing a black dress. His hand caressed the hem of her dress, he was not in a hurry to lift up her dress, as if he wanted to carefully savor and play with it.
A man's philandering could be seen from this small detail. He had really seen countless women, and women in his palm were like high-class porcelain and jade toys.
Lu Ning's skin was burning. "What are you doing? Let go of me!"
Yin Zhihan easily suppressed her resistance. "Then hurry up and make a choice."
