Xia Wan’an felt the pressure on her arm increase and couldn’t help calling out, "Sir..."
She only managed to utter two words before she stopped speaking.
This was because Han Jingnian’s fingers had gently grazed the area on her arm that was scraped and reddened.
With the sharp pain and tingling sensation, Xia Wan’an held her breath abruptly. She dared not move, even her heart seed to have stopped beating.
He gently stroked her skin a few tis before his fingertips pressed down more firmly, as if sothing had deeply displeased him. Instead of gently stroking, it felt more like rubbing harshly.
It was as if there was sothing dirty on her skin, and he was rubbing it off forcefully.
This spot was already a little sore from being bumped. When Han Jingnian pressed down, Xia Wan’an couldn’t help but hiss softly in pain, unconsciously pulling her arm back.
The reaction from Xia Wan’an startled Han Jingnian, and he quickly reduced the force from his fingertips, but didn’t let go of her arm.
His palm was hot which caused a warm sensation to spread to her earlobes. Her heart started to beat faster, and fearful of losing her composure, Xia Wan’an tried to pull her arm away. When she failed, she called out again, "Sir... um..."
Xia Wan’an stopped speaking because she didn’t know how to continue.
With so many people around, she couldn’t simply say, "Sir, could you please let go?"
If others were to hear this, it could stir up all sorts of rumors...
Han Jingnian shifted his gaze from her arm to her face after hearing Xia Wan’an’s voice. He looked at her for a mont before turning to glance at Zhang Te standing by, and then at the table.
Zhang Te imdiately understood Han Jingnian’s intention and hurriedly moved the table aside.
Only when there was enough space did Han Jingnian release his hand slowly.
Before Han Jingnian could completely let go of her arm, Xia Wan’an had already tensed up and pulled her arm away from his palm.
The emptiness in his hand made Han Jingnian furrow his brows slightly. However, he quickly moved his gaze down to the hem of Xia Wan’an’s skirt that had fallen next to his foot when she bent down. He casually shifted his foot, stepping on her outermost tulle skirt without a change in expression.
"I am really sorry about earlier..." Unaware of what Han Jingnian had just done, Xia Wan’an started to apologize to him while straightening up.
As she stood upright, a tearing sound was heard. Looking down, Xia Wan’an noticed that her outer tulle skirt had been torn into two halves.
Han Jingnian heard the expected sound and deliberately paused for a few seconds before looking down at his foot. Then he imdiately apologized with a regretful look on his face, "I’m sorry, I didn’t notice..."
Xia Wan’an quickly shook her head, "It’s..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Han Jingnian cut in. However, his words were not directed at her, but at Zhang Te standing nearby. "Get a new dress for this lady."
"Yes, Mr. Han."
Xia Wan’an hurriedly tried to stop him, "No, it’s not necessary. My friend can bring a temporary dress later..."
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