His large palm was slightly cool, and the pads of his fingers were faintly calloused.
When he suddenly grabbed her wrist, Ming Yao was startled.
She turned her head and looked at the man who was holding tightly onto her wrist, refusing to let go.
His dark eyes were mysterious and deep as he looked at her, his handsome profile taut, his expression revealing a complexity and darkness she couldn't understand.
The large hand on her delicate wrist slowly tightened its grip.
Ming Yao twisted her slender eyebrows and remained silent, struggling wordlessly.
Trying to pull back her hand.
But the more she tried to retrieve it, the tighter he held on.
In the silent room, a wordless standoff unfolded.
Ming Yao tried several times without success to pull her hand away, growing impatient.
She exerted all her strength.
Seemingly not wanting to hurt her, he had to let her go under her fierce struggling.
Ming Yao walked out of the bedroom.
