After a few seconds of being stunned, Yi Qingyu came to her senses.
Her face suddenly turned bright red.
Although her front was covered with clothes, it was as thin as a cicada's wings, still revealing her exquisite figure.
The back was not covered by clothes, so Lin Fan's hand directly touched her smooth, delicate skin, making her tremble slightly, both ashamed and angry.
"You... let go of me! What do you want?! Let go!"
Lin Fan seemed oblivious, with an evil smile on his lips.
"The skin is quite smooth."
"You..."
Yi Qingyu was at a loss for words, she hadn't expected Lin Fan to be so blatant, shamelessly humiliating her.
Yet helpless, her body couldn't move, she could only let Lin Fan hold her, unable to resist.
She flushed with embarrassment.
Aggrieved.
Helpless.
Resigned.
Angry.
Panic-stricken.
Her heart became a mixture of emotions, thinking that her cleanliness was lost, tears welled up in her eyes, sparkling and clear.
Lin Fan did nothing to show any pity.
