Qin Na was instantly filled with embarrassment and anger.
Her long legs involuntarily squeezed together.
The next second.
Her cheeks turned even redder, and her eyes were clouded with mist.
After squeezing her legs together.
Ye Tian's entire right palm was pressed even more tightly against her.
Qin Na was close to tears, "You little rascal, you're bullying me!"
She hadn't planned to give herself to Ye Tian for real yet.
In her mind, a relationship between two people needed to progress step by step.
She had already given Ye Tian quite a few advantages the last time at her home; she couldn't let him overstep any further.
Ye Tian's right palm was trapped and couldn't move.
Seeing that Qin Na was indeed about to cry, he pulled hard to withdraw his hand, finally managing to extract his palm.
As he pulled it out, the friction produced a moan from Qin Na's throat that was laden with seductive charm.
