Mu Sihan lifted his head from Nan Zhi's elegant and delicate neck. Seeing that she was neither crying, making a scene or even giving any reaction, he raised his eyebrow and his lips curved menacingly. "Like a block of wood. Why, your period's not gone yet?"
As he spoke, his palm moved audaciously under her skirt.
Nan Zhi's pupils shrank and she quickly pulled his hand out.
His fingers felt as though they were being enveloped by a thin silk cocoon. The skin on her soft thigh was instantly hot after being touched.
Nan Zhi's fair ears also turned red.
It was not because of shyness, but from anger due to his shamelessness.
Mu Sihan looked at her entire face turning red from her anger and unwillingness and gave her a lazy smirk. He leaned his tall body back on the seat, putting his hands around the back of his head and looked at her calmly. "I haven't even touched it yet and you're already so shy?"