"Look at you, you're sweating all over from dancing. How inelegant," he said to her with a smile.
"I'll do it myself." She said as she reached out to grab the handkerchief from his hand, but instead, she caught his wrist. She also felt his hand pause, his gaze shifting down to look at her.
"What exactly are you doing, grabbing my hand?" His voice carried a hint of danger, and his hot breath brushed across her face.
Xia Qingqian was so startled that she quickly let go of his hand, stepped back a pace, and looked up at him, saying, "I can wipe it myself, no need to trouble you."
Actually, she didn't want him to do these things for her. How could a big man do such things? His hands should be used for great deeds.
In her eyes, he was like a king standing at the peak of the world.
"Don't move!" Beitang Yao held her wrist, pulling her a little closer to him, then continued wiping her, saying, "Do you want me to kiss it dry?"
