"What... what are you doing?"
Li Xing's head spun with nervousness as he looked at the hand gripping his wrist, her hand was white, her fingers long and slender, nails bearing delicate manicures, like exquisite works of art, stirring a strange feeling within him.
"Sorry, I didn't see clearly, I grabbed the wrong thing."
Panjun released her grip, smiled at Li Xing, then quickly snatched the clothes from his hand and retreated into the bathroom.
Panjun, standing behind the bathroom door, clutched at her chest, gasping for air. She patted her face, trying to sober up; she had nearly dragged him inside with his irresistibly cute, blushing innocence making it hard for her to resist.
