The thin spring attire couldn't even keep out body warmth.
Her complexion flushed—not with shyness, but with anger.
"Get lost, you pervert!"
"It was you who threw yourself at me."
"That was just an accident."
"But I think, you did it on purpose."
Upon saying that, something suddenly crossed his mind, and he looked down at himself—could there be a reason she had thrown herself onto him?
Gan Yuan strenuously pulled her arm back, ready to push him away, but her gaze caught on the strand of black hair on his body again.
That short hair was still on him, now caught in his collar. As she reached for it, her palm created a gust of wind, and the hair silently slid into his collar.
Feeling her movements, the man looked down. Quick-witted in her urgency, she lifted her arm and wrapped it around his neck. Caught off guard by her sudden embrace, Huangfu Jue was taken aback.
