"Sure," Mi Yao nodded, then she handed the White Clothes she held in her hands to Young Master Fan Nuo, "Young Master Fan Nuo, I've finished washing your clothes, and now I'm returning them to you."
Fan Nuo reached out and took the White Clothes from her hands, the fabric still retaining her soft body heat. His palm gently caressed the fabric, and for a moment, he didn't want to let go.
"Young Master Fan Nuo, it's late, you should head back and rest, I'll be leaving first," said Mi Yao in a polite farewell, then she took a step forward.
"Mi Yao!" Fan Nuo quickly stretched out his hand and caught her slender wrist.
Mi Yao looked down to see his pale and slender fingers fastened around her wrist, the grip was light yet carried a man's undeniable strength, rendering her unable to move.
Such an intimate contact made Mi Yao struggle quickly, trying to pull her wrist away.
