After a moment, he looked up at her seriously. "Are you afraid of me?"
She didn't understand what he was saying. It wasn't the first time she was afraid of him. Why did he suddenly ask this?
his gaze deepened as he stretched out his arms and pulled her into his embrace.
After that, her face turned red and she struggled but couldn't break free. He seemed to be rubbing against her on purpose, and her heart trembled.
"I'm afraid." Her voice trembled and she pleaded, " "Put me down."
After all, she was still young, and he couldn't bear to let her know more about men's bad side. He put her down and picked up the sketch again, his tone indifferent."Since you're afraid, you still dare to provoke me like this, huh?"
She lowered her head, her long hair scattered over her shoulders. She knelt and whispered, " "i won't dare to do it again in the future."
