Fearful.

Mao Ho moved YangYang from his lap, and walked towards his room, not knowing what to do, she also followed him, till the bathroom.

"What do you think you're doing, by following me?" His voice hoarse, and he was panting. He tried to control his burning desire of her.

"S... Should I help you?" She looked elsewhere, but not at him.

The last bit of rationality in him, was gone, as she said that.

He pulled her into the bathroom, closing it, he pushed her on the door, burying him in her chest, he guided her hand below. Yangyang wanted to retreat her hand, but too late, the devil in him wasn't going to go back now, and held her hand tightly.

He was a gentleman, but right now, all he was thinking about her, his little wife, who offered her help willingly.

YangYang could no longer feel her hand, and the delicate skin on her palm was shedding, that was when the 'torture' ended.