Just as her body was about to completely sit down, suddenly, she felt a pair of large hands hold her upturned hips, stopping her from continuing to sit down.
She looked at him with a face full of spring, biting her lip, with a mix of puzzlement and confusion.
"It's getting late, I have to go back."
Song Guanchao forced a reluctant smile, lifted her off himself, quickly stood up and zipped up, then walked swiftly towards the door.
Lin Min sat on the sofa, staring blankly at his back until the sound of the door closing brought her back to her senses.
He refused me?
Lin Min felt incredulous.
Though she was a bit older, her body was well maintained.
Without clothes, her delicate skin, the curves of her waist and abdomen, and her youthful face looked to be in her late twenties.
Moreover, his reaction just now was so intense.
This indicated that her body did tempt him.
But he still refused.
No, it wasn't a refusal; it was self-restraint.
Is it because of my identity?
