"No, I'm not comfortable, can you stop hugging me like this?" Su Hongxing wanted to push Ye Qilan as far away as possible, but she feared angering him.
She quickly retracted her hand, clenching it into a fist, not daring to look at Ye Qilan.
She had to strike a balance, protect herself, and find a way to repel him.
It certainly wouldn't be easy to make Ye Qilan retreat, but she was willing to try.
Ye Qilan watched Su Hongxing's clenched fist, his gaze fixed.
No wonder someone used the term "soft fist" to describe a woman's clenched hand. Her hand was small and delicate. The moment it was clenched into a small fist, it called for an inexplicable pity, making his heart flutter…
Unable to suppress his emotions, he gently held her beautiful little fist and gently planted a kiss.
Caught off guard, Su Hongxing, staring at Ye Qilan as if he were a monster, swiftly moved her hand back, wiping off the mark Ye Qilan left on her hand using her clothes.
