Ning Xia, seething with frustration, really didn't want to give him any attention, but when that hand was placed in front of her, she found herself unconsciously swallowing hard.
Damn it, she was a hands fetishist!
She particularly loved to admire those slender and delicate hands, so beautiful they were like works of art, irresistible to the urge to collect them.
Ning Xia struggled to control herself, muttering in her mind not to mind him, not to mind him, yet her own hand seemed to have a will of its own, slowly reaching out to grasp the man's hand.
Bo Siyan's arm gently applied pressure, pulling her towards him. His long fingers glided over her cheek, hooking the hair at her temples behind her round and exquisite ear.
It must be said, when a man performs such a thoughtful gesture, his charm truly shines, captivating and soul-stirring.
The anger inside Ning Xia deflated like a punctured balloon, wooshing away.
