"There is no one here, let go of me now."
Ying's stern voice made Han Bohai's lips to curl downward. He looked like an aggrieved kid who was refused to get any candy. Obviously, he wasn't pleased with this statement. Wasn't it really early to let go? He was having fun having her in his arms.
"Maybe someone is hiding in some corner," he tried to make an excuse.
Ying was exasperated but she still managed to keep her tone calm as she said, "Didn't anyone teach you that touching a woman's waist is against the virtue of nobles?"
Han Bohai really had an inkling to inquire about why she was quoting something so ancient? However, it really wasn't enough to dampen his mood at the very least.
His hand on her waist tightened as he lowered his head to whisper, "But there is nothing wrong with holding your own woman's waist."
