On the surface, it seemed like Ranyue wanted to wipe Chen Wei's pants, but in reality, her little thoughts were quite numerous, thinking to herself that as such a top-grade beauty, taking the initiative with her hand to…
How could he not be moved?
Ranyue did not believe Chen Wei could resist and continue to feign propriety.
Smack.
Just as her hand was about to touch, the handkerchief already on Chen Wei's pants, it was suddenly caught by him as he raised his hand and grabbed her wrist.
Ranyue still wanted to apply force, but as soon as she exerted a little strength, Chen Wei directly increased his grip, causing Ranyue's hand to hurt terribly, and she sharply inhaled a breath of cold air, "Sir, what are you doing?"
Ranyue looked at Chen Wei, puzzled, indicating that despite her extensive experience with men, she had never seen such a move and understood him even less.
"I can wipe it myself," Chen Wei said as he took Ranyue's hand away.
"But..."
