She beca intense, struggling fiercely.
His breathing suddenly grew heavier, realizing what she was resisting. He then controlled her other hand as well, warningly staring at her knee: "If you want your legs to be controlled too, then keep kicking."
Yan Jian was stunned and indeed didn’t dare to move.
Heavens, she was wearing a skirt tonight; if he grabbed her legs... it would only make things worse.
Her temporary calmness made him smile in satisfaction, but his long eyebrows were furrowed tightly.
Aside from seeing her beautiful curves, he also saw the patch of rash caused by an allergy on her skin.
She still wanted to scratch it, but if she broke the skin, it might get infected!
He took a deep breath and looked into her eyes: "Your nails have polish; you’re not allowed to scratch it with your hands."
Yan Jian was so uncomfortable she almost cried out: "It itches, but it itches so much."
She struggled desperately, but such movents only increased the friction between her skin and the wool, making her allergic symptoms itchier. She was so uncomfortable that tears welled up in her eyes, and she pleaded, biting her lip: "Let go, let go ho. I’m itchy, so uncomfortable."
He sighed, not answering her, but instead extended his own hand...
Like an electric current, Yan Jian’s breath suddenly stopped with tension, and her whole body froze.
She was in despair, realizing he indeed wouldn’t let go of any chance for a private eting with her.
However... his hand didn’t do anything she worried about; he was just gently scratching the itch for her!
It wasn’t even scratching, not using his nails, to avoid breaking the skin; he just used the pads of his fingers, employing the rough texture of fingertips to relieve her symptoms.
Her panic and defensiveness unavoidably surrendered to the sudden comfort. She was so comfortable that she couldn’t help but close her eyes tightly and curl her toes.
She recalled her childhood, every autumn and winter, when sweat on her back made her itch. She couldn’t reach or didn’t feel quite that comfortable scratching herself, so she would secretly seek help.
After all, as a young girl, her innate modesty couldn’t let her randomly choose soone to scratch for her. At first, she’d always find her elder sister. Every ti her sister scratched her itch, she was so comfortable she would hum contentedly, and often, she would fall asleep directly from the comfort.
Later, as she grew older, her sister was less frequently around, and those beautiful tis ca to an abrupt end.
Unexpectedly, tonight, at this mont, it seed like she rediscovered those long-lost beautiful tis.
Her nose suddenly felt sour, and she hurriedly took a few deep breaths.
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Under the rain and silver light, Jas was captivated by the small figure in front of him.
He didn’t understand why the little one, who always stood against him, always resisted his touch, was just fiercely resisting monts before, but now suddenly beca obedient, no longer resisting, and even her whole body softened?
He couldn’t quite believe it: Could it really be just because of his scratching?
So, without his forceful control, just scratching like this, she would obediently stop resisting and allow his touch so sweetly?
He couldn’t help but feel a strange tenderness rising from the bottom of his heart.
This little thing, more like a pet than a person. A natural cute creature like a little rabbit or little cat.
He then relaxed as well, his scratching gestures becoming more leisurely, more gentle.
He noticed that midway, she glanced at him twice; however, she quickly averted her eyes each ti. Still, she never resisted again.
Strangely enough, the red rash caused by the allergy, aggravated by her own nails, was gradually calming down under his fingertips. She also felt much more comfortable, no longer intensely wanting to scratch, instead closing her eyes lightly.
The car’s heater was too warm; beads of sweat ford faintly on the tip of her nose and a blush appeared on her apple cheeks.
She was so delicate and exquisite in front of him, as beautiful as... cherry blossom petals.
He heard his own heart beating intensely and strangely again.
He enjoyed this mont of tender companionship; he liked her for not resisting him like this... but what he wanted, yet he could not be satisfied with just this.
He couldn’t suppress his emotions and eventually reached out to hold her close, wrapping her in his arms.
At that mont, she was so comfortable that she lost her resistance, and by the ti she realized, she was already on him.
He took a deep breath, pushed aside the barrier, and gently embraced...
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In the sky above the rain, a sudden flash of lightning split the heavens and earth.
The electric current poured into Yan Jian’s head, making her body suddenly arch backward!
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