She did the same, but just as she moved her butt halfway, someone tightly grabbed both her ankles. No matter how much she kicked, it was to no avail; she could only sit pitifully on the bed without moving.
At most, she could only fight back with her eyes.
Xiao Jinghuai was not a man of heavy desires. If he were truly lustful, he wouldn't have refrained from touching Lin Xue'er back then, especially since Lin Xue'er was already good-looking enough.
If he were a man of heavy desires, he couldn't have endured four years of solitude, hardly even using his own hand.
Yet, at this moment, he desperately wanted to release himself. Perhaps it was because of the unknown road ahead, or perhaps it was because the person was her, so he became a bit unlike his former self.
Song Song clearly saw the growing desire in the man's eyes. She gasped sharply, "Today... can't we rest?"
