Just as Xiaoxiao was drifting away, she saw her makeshift husband's face getting closer and closer to her own, about to touch, when she suddenly pushed him away, "Yang Ming, you can't do this."
Xiaoxiao was truly frightened by Yang Ming's actions. She felt that today, Yang Ming was serious. Although she liked Yang Ming a bit, it didn't mean they could progress so quickly. She was still underage.
Moreover, she couldn't accept that Yang Ming didn't like her yet still wanted to be intimate with her.
However, what she didn't expect was that Yang Ming had no intention of stopping. Instead, he grabbed her shoulders with both hands, rendering her unable to move, as his face kept nearing hers.
Her heart felt like it was about to leap out. If she didn't think of something quickly, it would really be over. In her panic, she shouted, "Yang Ming, I'm still too young. At least wait until I'm sixteen."
