Who knew that the big hand on the back of her waist was like a stone, so heavy that she could not budge it a little.
Her movement actually had the opposite effect, pushing herself closer to him.
Instantly, she heard Han Zhuoli say with heavy breaths. "Don't squirm, I'm already having a hard time controlling myself."
Lu Man: "β¦"
Since he was so uncomfortable, he should stop pulling her into his embrace!
Wasn't this creating more trouble for herself?
Although she was scolding him in her heart, Lu Man did not dare to move again.
Then her two hands pushed at his chest, trying to create a distance between them, even if only by a millimeter.
But with her soft hands pressed on his chest, their softness made it even more difficult for him. Furthermore, the warmth emanating from her palm and the slight wetness due to sweat made him aware that she was especially nervous right now.
