Leng Sichen had just caught her hand when her knee came up mercilessly. As soon as he freed a hand to block her knee, her hand came at him, her little claws almost scratching his face, while her soft body desperately twisted and struggled beneath him...
After a while, both were gasping for air, drenched in sweat.
Xia Yuxun's chest was heaving violently, and after a moment of silence, just as she was about to gather her strength to push him away, her hand accidentally touched the damp stickiness on his abdomen through his shirt...
The smell of blood instantly filled the air...
Leng Sichen immediately let out a muffled grunt and caught her hand, stopping her from pressing down any harder.
"What's wrong with you?" Xia Yuxun withdrew her hand and asked in alarm.
"Have you calmed down yet? If not, I won't fight back anymore. You can do whatever you want," Leng Sichen said, and then true to his word, let go of her hand.