He Didn't Want to Control Himself In Front of Her

Xia Yanran froze stiffly.

The man's chest was pressed tightly against her back, her butt pressed against his abdomen. She wanted to push him away, but the man suddenly grabbed her shoulders and turned her around.

They stood facing each other.

"Xia Yanran.

"Yanran.

"Ranran."

He called her again and again, his voice turning lower and hoarser every time, as if there was an unresolvable emotion simmering within him.

Hearing him calling her more intimately after every time, she suddenly had the urge to cry, all sorts of emotions surging within her.

Miserable, she felt extremely miserable inside. She didn't know why, but she felt miserable hearing him call her like this.

Xia Yanran wanted to push his hands away from her waist. However, he was as strong as an ox, and she couldn't push him away no matter what.

"Xiao Yi, you a**hole gangster, apart from being horny, what else can you do?"