Wei Zhijuan's face instantly turned red, and she pushed his shoulders hard. "Bastard! Put me down!"
Xian Yijun hugged her like this for a while as she struggled in his arms. It was only a moment of tenderness and emotion that caused Wei Zhijuan to choose to return to his side, and she still felt a lot of fear and cowardice in her heart. For example, when their bodies came into contact, she instinctively tensed up as if her entire body was covered in thorns.
"Put me down quickly..." Her face was as red as a very ripe peach.
When Xian Yijun gently put Wei Zhijuan down, she breathed a sigh of relief. But as she was about to move away, she was suddenly pressed against the table again. He moved closer to her, forcing her to remain motionless against the table.
Wei Zhijuan raised her eyes. "What are you doing?"
Xian Yijun's lips curled into a smile. "What are you afraid of?"
She lowered her head. "No, I'm not afraid. I'm just not used to it..."
