At this very moment, Ling Yin pushed him against the mirror again, as if provoked.
When a man is provoked, if he still hesitates... NO! Show him once and for all, so he won't disdain!
Hua Hua lifted his hand to chop, but Ling Yin neutralized the force not too harshly, holding onto his soft, callous-free hand, controlling each finger one by one until it turned into an intimate interlocking of fingers.
Hua Hua was irritated; he still had one hand free, raising it to slap.
Yet when Ling Yin truly refused to be taken advantage of, Hua Hua gained no upper hand, and in no time, his other hand was also pinned on the wall with interlocked fingers.
His whole body was nailed to the wall, as firm as a nail in a board.
"Ling Yin, if you go any further, I really won't care about your injury anymore!"
Lifting his leg, aiming right at his manhood!
