Xia Jinyuan, You... Control Yourself

No matter how fast her reaction was, it was too late now. Xia Jinyuan was well-prepared so he smiled and stretched out his long arms. He immediately hugged Ye Jian's waist. His laughter sounded beside her ear. It was low, deep, sexy, and a little hoarse. "Are you trying to run away now? It's too late, my little fox."

"Xia Jinyuan, you're going crazy again." Ye Jian's legs were hanging in mid-air since Xia Jinyuan was carrying her. She struggled. The more she struggled, the tighter the arms around her waist became. She almost couldn't breathe properly because of it. "Put me down. I feel uncomfortable when you carry me like this."

Uncomfortable? He would change to a comfortable position then.

His arms were very powerful. He raised her gently so that her legs were hugging his muscular waist. His hands held onto her hips stably as though he was hugging a small child. "How about this? Is this comfortable?"

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