"If you touch me again, don't blame me for being rude!"
This time, Wen Mian attempted to resist, not caring whether or not Pei Zhiyao on top of her would get hurt.
Indeed, in the instant of her fierce struggle, Wen Mian forcefully kicked her leg toward that spot without warning.
But in an instant, Pei Zhiyao let go of Wen Mian's hands, a muffled groan of pain sounding simultaneously.
"Mmm..."
She stood up, and by the time she looked again, she saw Pei Zhiyao's ferocious expression.
The man was now in pain, holding his groin, and it took him a while to respond.
"Are you okay?"
His actions truly made Wen Mian feel a bit conflicted and guilty.
After all, Wen Mian had never seen Pei Zhiyao in such pain before her eyes.
"Stand back."
The man waved his hand and pushed her away.
And the amorous heat from moments before had now vanished into thin air.
Although Wen Mian felt conflicted, she didn't regret her decision at the time.
