"Dang, Dang Yang..." An Yue anxiously and nervously looked at Dang Yang, racking her brain to think of how she could persuade him.
Dang Yang looked at An Yue's flushed, delicate face, feeling his heart stir. He turned over and pressed her beneath him, gently stroking her silky hair.
An Yue felt like her scalp was about to explode.
She vaguely remembered something she'd seen somewhere: a man stroking a woman's hair is a sexual innuendo...
An Yue cautiously swallowed, staring at the increasingly fervent gaze of Dang Yang.
If... If she behaved a bit more obediently, appeared softer, and said a few nice words, would Dang Yang let her go?
Men love it when women act coy.
A woman's coquettishness and tears are invincible weapons against men, especially for those men who care and love them, the impact is enormous.
An Yue wasn't like Qiao Chuchu, who was so tough that she wouldn't shed tears even at a funeral. She was more adaptable, capable of playing the fool when necessary.
