Jiang Su's action was really unexpected.
By the time Lin Wei came to her senses, her hand had already been pulled to his waist.
The room had the air conditioning on and the temperature was a bit low. Inside his thin bathrobe, his skin felt cool, yet strangely burning to her.
Her fingertips twitched slightly as they instinctively tried to retreat.
He anticipated her move and firmly held her hand in place before she could act. "Why are you avoiding?" he asked.
His voice was deep, tinged with a touch of teasing.
A tingling sensation rushed to Lin Wei's ears and she felt his skin temperature rise even more, sending electric shocks that numbed her hand.
Her hand stiffened on his solid waist, she wanted to retract but couldn't, wanted to press forward but couldn't. This no-win situation was driving her crazy. She couldn't help but flare up: "Jiang Su, what do you mean by this?"
