"Yingluo, are all men as bad as you?" Lin Xiaoyu said, blushing. Her little hand struggled in his big hand, trying to break free. However, the more she struggled, the tighter Lu liye's big hand held her little hand.
Lin Xiaoyu's five little fingers were embedded in Lu liye's big hand. Their fingers were intertwined, and thin beads of sweat kept oozing out from between Lin Xiaoyu's fingers. The sweat stained Lu liye's palm, but it was as if it had seeped into his heart. It was wet and hot.
They were stuck together, and the two of them found it hard to breathe!
Lin Xiaoyu wanted to escape, but Lu liye did not give her the chance.
However, it wrapped around her hand even tighter, making it impossible for her to escape.
Lin Xiaoyu blushed and reminded him in a very soft voice, " "Lu liye, stop it! Quickly let go, others will misunderstand again!"
"What misunderstanding?"
