Emotions Erupt
Shen Xingran struggled. "Let go of me! I've put up with him for a long time. Today, I'm definitely killing him!"
"Don't misunderstand." Shen Wuxiao refused to let go.
"Who cares whether it's a misunderstanding? If he could say it, then that's what he was thinking."
Shen Xingran was determined to go over and make a move.
But Shen Wuxiao would not release her, wrapping his arms around Shen Xingran's waist from behind.
His palm deliberately pressed against Shen Xingran's taut waist and abdomen, his fingertips even brushing past her waistline as if by accident.
Feeling the tense firmness of her muscles.
His chest pressed tightly against Shen Xingran's back, the tip of his nose nearly touching the side of her neck.
His warm breath brushed over Shen Xingran's ear, carrying a hint of deliberate intimacy.
How could Shen Xingran notice any of that? She only wanted to make a move.
Shen Wuxiao kept talking.
Putting on the appearance of a peacemaker, his tone held false urgency. "Xingran, don't be impulsive! Gu Moxiu has thick skin. There's no need to dirty your hands because of him."
As he spoke, the arm around her waist tightened slightly.
Drawing Shen Xingran a little closer into his embrace.
His other hand slid down Shen Xingran's arm, seemingly intending to hold her hand down.
Yet his fingertips lightly lingered at her wrist, unable to conceal his desire to take advantage of her.
Seeing Shen Xingran still struggling, he simply rested his chin in the hollow of her shoulder.
His voice softened, though he was actually drawing even closer. "Xingran, calm down..."
This time, Shen Xingran finally reacted and suddenly froze.
She turned her head to look at Shen Wuxiao, who was holding her tightly.
They were pressed so close that if they