He clearly felt something unusual with his body.
Even a man with ED, it is estimated, would be aroused by touch.
Even more so for him, a normal man, though he had been living a celibate life and seemingly didn't have physiological needs for a woman.
But that didn't mean he had no desire for women.
Desire varies from person to person. Unluckily for him, she was a woman he didn't repel. If she continued to touch him, he really couldn't promise what would happen next.
"Stop!" Shi Yuhuan ordered her in a hoarse voice. His handsome face was as cold as the thousand-year-old black ice beneath the frosty pond.
Song Qinghuan jolted in fright. She bit her lip, staying silent, and stiffly laid prostrate on his body, aggrieved.
Shi Yuhuan's gaze deepened. He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her still. He swiftly and nimbly flipped them over, pressing Song Qinghuan beneath him. His gaze was as cold and profound as a sunless cave under the winter's deep freeze.
