As the moment arrived, Su Hongxing realized she'd have a hard time getting out of this one. Nonetheless, she finally gathered the courage to try and exit the vehicle.
Who would have expected Fu Yan to block the car door? Unless she placed her hand in his, he wouldn't let her pass.
Left with no choice, she extended her hand to Fu Yan.
Fu Yan's gaze fixated on the delicate jade-like hand in his palm.
The hand was incredibly beautiful, the skin as smooth and slick as grease...
Beichuan, standing behind them, also had his eyes on this woman's hand.
Her dainty hands were as white as jade, each finger like a freshly sprouted bamboo shoot. The sight of her hand stirred something within him, making his throat tighten and his heart itch uncontrollably.
Holy crap, what the hell was this about? Why was the sight of a woman's hand arousing such lust in him?
Beichuan found the whole situation baffling. Did he have a hand fetish?
