The strength in both hands gradually waned.
From initial submission to subsequent resistance, despite his reluctance, Arnold Simmons still let go of the girl.
Forcing himself to look away, he reached out to help button up the girl's collar.
Tears welled up in the girl's eyes, her face flushed red, which made anyone who saw her feel utterly soft.
She leaned in, resting on the man's chest, listening to his heart pounding like a drum. A hint of a smile finally appeared on her lips, mixing joy with a slightly teasing intent, "Arnold, your heart is beating so fast."
Finishing her sentence, she rubbed her soft cheek against his, laughter pouring out, brimming with delight.
A touch of warmth emanated from within him, but it felt exceptionally boiling.
This heartbeat could hardly be simply described as rapid. Yet, Arnold maintained his usual composure, a faint smile on his lips, the indulgence in his eyes was evident.
His voice was deep and husky, "Stop teasing."
