Ling Xi's wrist was held firmly in li Junting's large palm.
The thin and soft skin on the inside of her wrist could clearly feel the warmth of his palm.
The temperature made Ling Xi subconsciously think of the dark bathroom and the two of them in the bathtub.
Her hand had touched that hot source of heat.
Too many chaotic images rushed into her brain.
Her face, which had finally calmed down under the control of the cold water, suddenly flushed red.
She could have easily gotten rid of li Junting's restraints, but now, she did not even dare to move.
The man felt Ling Xi's 'obedient cooperation' and his dark eyes flickered slightly. He didn't even realize that he was enjoying himself.
Li Junting pulled Ling Xi to the mirror in the guest room, found the hairdryer, and handed it to her.
"Help me dry it." His voice was low and magnetic, without any fluctuations.
His handsome face was still tense and cold.
