Which step?
Jiayi's face seemed to be splashed with sparks, and it burned hotly, "Which step, what...?"
He was very dissatisfied with her feigned ignorance, and, leaning forward, he closed in step by step, backing her into a corner of the terrace.
Not until she finally had nowhere to retreat and could only shrink her small body against the railing of the rooftop, her hair fluttered by the night breeze like a lively black snake.
She felt as if her body was almost suspended in mid-air when she finally widened her frightened eyes, looking at the man whose anger had not yet subsided.
Playing dumb? Fine, then he didn't mind giving her a demonstration.
He cornered her with his body in the tiny space, his heavy, hot breath enveloping her, rendering her immobile; he lifted his fingers and slid them down from her neck, caressing her delicate skin, "Did he do this to you?"
She trembled all over, like the quivering wings of a butterfly, pitifully alluring.
