SMACK.
The young man's strike was forceful, instantly leaving the back of Jiang Qingli's hand red.
Her movements froze.
Yuan Shimo stared blankly for a moment, a flash of remorse crossing his eyes, but a second later he abruptly turned his face away.
The young man clenched his knuckles, his brows furrowed tightly as his voice grew even hoarser. "You—"
Before he could finish speaking, his shoulders were suddenly pinned down.
Jiang Qingli actually pushed him down, directly straddling his waist!
Never expecting her to suddenly pounce on him, Yuan Shimo's eyes widened as if someone had abruptly pressed the pause button on him.
He reached out to push her away, but the moment he touched her bare skin, he jerked his hands back as if burned, freezing in place and at a loss for what to do.
All he could do was let her straddle him while her hands roamed wildly over his body.
