The scenery ahead was looming, carrying a slight chill.
The tension hit, and she shrank back, gripping the sheets tighter, her hands sweating.
Just as he was about to unhook the third button, Xia Weibao's eyes grew moist, her body gently trembling.
Lu Hualiang kept his gaze fixed on her face, observing her expression.
At this moment, he withdrew his hand.
"What's wrong with you?"
Xia Weibao shook her head.
"Don't want me to touch you?"
Xia Weibao shook her head again.
"Speak."
"I'm scared…" She opened her eyes, her eyes red, whispering with nasal sounds, extremely aggrieved.
Lu Hualiang furrowed his brow tightly, "Scared of what?"
She clutched her collar tightly, "When you undress me, I just think about that night, and…"
So afraid.
Lu Hualiang's eyes widened.
An overwhelming sense of heartache surged up madly.
"I'm sorry."
Indeed, he had hurt her.
"I'm sorry." Xia Weibao lowered her head.
