Was she doing this on purpose?
Lu Yeming narrowed his cold, almond-shaped eyes and cupped her little face with his hands, preventing her from moving. At this moment, Jun Xiqing's long hair was still stuck in his zipper and she was already teary-eyed from the pain.
A ripping sound. Lu Yeming, it hurts!
Jun Xiqing gazed up at him with pitiful, doe-like eyes. It was easy to imagine what she would say if she could speak. She would have cried out his name in a painful whine.
His heart softened. She had set his whole body on fire.
Lu Yeming reached out his long fingers to undo her hair from the zipper of his pants.
It was finally loosened.
Jun Xiqing breathed a huge sigh of relief and tried to retreat backward. But he hooked her little chin with his long fingers, stopping her from moving back.
Jun Xiqing lifted her eyes to look at him in puzzlement: What are you doing?
