Lin Yicheng had lost all rationality. His large hand was groping her vigorously, about to rip off the girl's top when he suddenly stopped his action.
He looked down and saw a fruit knife pressed against his chest.
"Lin Yicheng, don't push me!"
Xu Qiaoqiao's voice was cold, tinged with hoarseness.
No one knew the kind of torture Xu Qiaoqiao was enduring at this moment.
Her internal surge of heat was driving her mad!
The cool masculine scent from Lin Yicheng was like the only antidote, making her irresistibly drawn to him.
If this continued, she feared she might lose control of herself.
Lin Yicheng slowly moved from her, lifting his arm without motion.
Xu Qiaoqiao got up from the couch. She straightened her crumpled clothes, trying to make a quick escape when suddenly her phone began to ring.
She reached into her pocket and took out her phone.
Before she could answer, Lin Yicheng seized the opportunity and kicked her wrist.
