It wasn't until his restlessness grew, and the large palm clasping her slender waist began to drift upwards, that she managed to claw back a shred of rationality. Her tender hands began to push his scorching body away: "Mmm... You can't, you... you still have an injury..."
...
This sentence seemed to bring the man's previously scattered and hazy eyes into reluctant focus.
An injury?
Damn injury!
He withdrew his hand that had strayed to her sensitive areas, and his rationality also returned bit by bit.
Feeling this, Ye Ning quickly used all her strength to push him, and managed to shove him away. Her beautiful eyes, filled with moisture and mist, stared at him in panic like a frightened deer.
This jerk, how could he... how could he...
"You... go ahead by yourself, I'm leaving!"
She didn't dare stay any longer, tossing the towel in her hand aside, she bolted like a rabbit, clutching her burning face, fleeing in disarray.
So embarrassing!
