Close Shaves (3)

He didn't know what was wrong with himself. He didn't usually have such close shaves, but he felt impulsive today. He really, really wanted to take her for himself. It was as though this was the only way he could prove that she was his; that she belonged completely to him.

No one could take her away.

Mu Xiaoxiao's feeble voice called out, "Jie…"

"Hm?" Yin Shaojie's voice was low, husky and magnetic.

Mu Xiaoxiao paused. She had only wanted to ask him to leave it alone.

However, upon hearing his voice, she became…

Even though the partition had been drawn, she only had to think about the chauffeur a short distance in front before she felt bad for him.

Yin Shaojie took a few deep breaths before he was able to calm the raging fire in him.

However, he still did not let go of her.

"Let me hold you a while more." He did not move his hand away from that particular region either.