As she spoke, Han Keke closed her eyes and tried to unbutton her shirt. Her hands trembled uncontrollably from nervousness, and she couldn't even fasten her own buttons properly, mumbling nervously to herself, "I... I..."
"Are you very nervous?"
Before she could finish her shaky speech, she was interrupted by Gu Nanfeng. The next moment, Han Keke's trembling hands were enveloped by a warm, large hand. The moist heat from his palm instantly wrapped around her small hand, and her originally trembling hands suddenly froze, and her tightly closed eyes snapped open.
What met her gaze were the man's profound eyes, which usually were as bright as the moon, but now were threaded with crimson blood vessels, and visible desire. The man held her hands, and sweat seeped out little by little from between her clenched fists, she could feel that he was enduring and on the verge of collapse...
"Brother..."
