Lin Xinlan was busy holding down his hands, trying to stand up and escape.
But he pressed down on her back, putting all his weight on her.
Forced to bend over, Lin Xinlan could only support herself on the table to withstand his body.
"Rong Shaoze, what on earth do you want to do?" she growled in embarrassment, glaring at him sideways dissatisfied.
The man rested his head on her shoulder, tilting his head to give her a half-smile, "Woman, tell me, how long has it been since I touched you?"
Lin Xinlan grew even more embarrassed: "Is that really important? I don't remember."
Rong Shaoze's eyes narrowed slightly, shimmering with fine light. From the side, his high-bridged nose looked even more perfectly sculpted, and Lin Xinlan couldn't help but take another look.
"Of course, it's very important. You should know your 'happiness' depends on me. If I don't make an effort, won't you become even more wistful? Just now, you looked exactly like a woman neglected for a long time."
