Pei Yan leaned over, his tall frame looming over Mei Wanying.
He brushed across her fair, delicate skin, bit by bit.
His movements were gentle, a stark contrast to his cold, stern appearance.
The distance was too close, so close that Mei Wanying couldn't breathe properly.
The moment she moved, the man cupped her face. "It's not clean yet."
His gaze was deep, as placid as an ancient well, without a single ripple.
It made Mei Wanying's inner turmoil seem like a joke!
Mei Wanying pushed at Pei Yan's shoulder in frustration.
The man reacted quickly, instinctively trying to hold Mei Wanying still to keep her from squirming.
But he was afraid of hurting her, so he followed her momentum and let go.
Emotions churned within Mei Wanying. Her chest heaved, and her almond-shaped eyes were on the verge of breaking down.
"Pei Yan, what on earth are you trying to do?!"
"Just helping you. What did you think I was going to do?"
