She had nothing, her dignity was pitifully lacking, little by little she was being ravaged by him.
This posture made her more embarrassed, wishing she could leave at once, but she couldn't escape the force of the large hand imprisoning her waist, her long hair draped over his chest.
"Han, I want to wash my face, I'm hungry."
She rarely called his name, even once a week would be considered a blessing. She only spoke when she was helpless and unable to escape...
Sure enough, Si Han heard her soft and gentle voice calling his name, a strong emotion surged in his heart; names were meant to be called, but no one could call his name with such tenderness, a current of electricity ran through his body.
He stopped teasing her, blending kindness and authority was always his trait, making her understand that when she called his name, he would particularly grant her generous kindness, allowing her to get what she wanted, so she would call his name more often.
Step one of training, success!
