He seemed to treat her quite well, so she grew bolder in his presence.
...She asked him to help her with things, and he would, but—
At some point, his arms had trapped her tiny body within his control, leaving her unable to turn around and push him away.
"What are you doing!" Her face turned red, surrounded entirely by his warmth and breath.
"A service fee." One hand cradled half of her face, forcefully turning it towards him, and as she was about to swear at him, he silenced her.
Meanwhile, his other large palm wrapped around her waist, pulling her tightly into his embrace.
"Oww... My stomach hurts..." Her painful moans made him loosen his grip slightly, "Yan Ye, my stomach really hurts..."
On her cheeks, the crimson had not yet faded, making her look like a ripe apple.
Her tears brought back his reason.
Her features contorted together, showing she was truly in pain.
