Dizzied for a good while, Chen Zhi finally opened her eyes in a haze.
Her wet eyes were unusually devoid of stubbornness, carrying a hint of innocence and a wounded expression.
Her long, curled lashes quivered slightly, still holding a crystal-clear droplet.
Her slightly parted lips exhaled a faint fragrant breath, misting Si Ye's chin.
The wet shirt clung to her graceful figure, revealing the black BRA underneath, the glimpse of which tantalizingly teased the senses.
Si Ye's gaze darkened, staring at her for quite some time, his breath growing more and more unstable.
Chen Zhi shook her head to clear it somewhat, pushing weakly at his body, "Let me go…"
But the man's grip only tightened, with no intention of letting go.
"You've achieved your goal of punishing me, Si Ye. I admit, I'm very afraid of you. Are you satisfied now?" Although Chen Zhi said this, she didn't mean to reflect on her actions.
"..."
"I told you to let me go, did you hear me?"
