Xiao Ying froze, not daring to breathe.
Lowering her long eyelashes, she stared at the man's hands around her waist.
His hand was very beautiful, his bones well-defined, long, and strong.
Biting her lower lip, she could not help but ask, "Why… are you hugging me?"
Did he remember something?
His hatred for her was not so strong anymore. Was he starting to like her?
The man said nothing, merely looking down at the woman in his arms.
Her skin was very fair and smooth, without any pores.
Under the bright lights in the room, her fair ears could still be seen.
He could not help but raise his hand to pinch her ear.
His fingertips were cool and the moment he pinched her, it felt like a mountain stream flowing by.
Xiao Ying's face immediately flushed red.
She could not help but turn back to look at him. "What are you doing… Ah!"
