Yan Yinuo wanted to take the opportunity to leave, but Xu Zijin laughed and gently grabbed her.
Both of his hands were wrapped in gauze, mainly because his palms were burned.
Yan Yinuo's whole body stiffened, that uneasy feeling magnified by Xu Zijin's actions.
She hesitated in her footsteps, bluffing, "I'll wait for you outside, call me when you're done."
Xu Zijin chuckled, "Aren't you going to help me take off my pants?"
"Boom!" Yan Yinuo's head exploded once again.
You can't believe that a man nearing forty, with a cold expression, would say something so matter-of-factly about not helping him take off his pants, it could make one grit their teeth.
Yan Yinuo took a breath, gasped, and still found herself unable to remain calm.
"Xu Zijin, your hands can manage that, right? I saw you typing on the tablet without any problems." So, pretending to be weak at this time, isn't it too fake?
Xu Zijin didn't speak, just spread his palms in front of her.
