Then, she caught a glimpse of Wang Jingyuan approaching out of the corner of her eyes. He grabbed the phone that was on the floor with his slender and beautiful fingers.
Her mind flashed to the male protagonist's hand that she had seen in the video. Although it was not as exquisite as his(XX), but comparing the way the heroine's wrist was tightly grabbed by the man and the way Lu Qingyan finger had grabbed the phone…
And then, it hit her.
Her brain—her traitorous, good-for-nothing, drama-possessed brain—flashed back to the scene from the video. The one she wasn't supposed to watch.
The male protagonist's hand, rough but controlled, tightly grabbing the heroine's delicate wrist as she gasped like a koi fish flopping on land...
It was exactly the same.
No more thinking!!!
No bad thoughts!
Stop!!!
No more thinking!
Lu Qingyan's ears turned violently red. Her thoughts had become a raging trash fire, filled with sin and soap opera-level illusions.
