Her face flushed again, and she felt extremely uncomfortable, panting lightly, "Let go of me first."
"Just say so." Si Nan tightened his hold on her waist, their bodies pressed closely together.
Tang Yige's mind was in chaos, although he looked gentle and cultured, his body was all solid muscles, especially the part pressing against her lower abdomen, even harder.
In such a situation, Yige still had to speak!
"You, let go of me." Tang Yige grabbed his hand, trying to pry it off forcefully.
But it was as if Si Nan's hand had taken root on her waist, no matter how she tried, she couldn't get it off.
Tang Yige was so anxious that sweat formed on her forehead and the tip of her nose.
"Si Nan, don't do this, it's not good if someone sees. Besides, what is this? You, let go..." Tang Yige panted anxiously.
