"How about we try again! I'll really try to control myself…" Jiangg Yao felt quite guilty, especially when she lifted Chen Yuan's shirt and saw that the spot where she'd kicked him was faintly red.
In that instant, she started blaming herself.
Yaoyao hated it more than anything when someone hurt Chen Yuan—anyone at all. She treasured him as if he were a priceless gem. And yet now, just because she wasn't ready, she had inexplicably done something so irrational.
At that moment, Jiangg Yao wanted to curse her own body for being so spoiled and unruly.
'It just wouldn't listen to her!'
"Uh…"
Chen Yuan's heart still hammered in his chest. He'd been determined to pull her pantyhose off in one swift motion, but Jiangg Yao's reflexive counterattack was genuinely brutal.
The kick had landed on his shoulder, which was bearable. But if she'd kicked somewhere else, she might have actually crippled him.
"Don't be scared. I swear I won't move this time."
"Really?"
