Chuxia felt her hand being suddenly gripped tight. Shi Che's hold on her wrist gradually intensified, and the heat from his palm was rising steadily.
Chuxia's heart pounded fiercely. Having never deliberately done something like this, she couldn't help feeling nervous and guilty. Yet, since she had started, she resolved to see it through. Chuxia took a deep breath, subdued her facial expression, and slowly lifted her head to look at Shi Che.
Her large eyes blinked gently, radiant light swirling within her dark pupils. Chuxia's lips parted slightly, her voice low and timid, tinged with innocence, "What's wrong?"
Chuxia's dress was sensuous, yet her gaze innocent. With those wide eyes and her face tilted slightly upward in the light, she presented a mixture of allure and purity, a combination that easily ignited a man's desire.
