Her face flushed crimson as she lifted her head and glanced at him. Although Yu Zexiao looked nonchalant, he shamelessly pressed her hand onto his slowly hardening part through his pants!
How could this man, in broad daylight, in front of so many people, be so recklessly driven by desire!
Jian Anning was stunned and instinctively tried to withdraw her hand, but Yu Zexiao held it tightly and, without any sign of shame or hurry, pressed her hand firmly against the front of his trousers!
Through the thin layer of fabric, she could almost feel the scorching heat beneath, and the increasingly obvious shape!
"Yu Zexiao!" She gritted her teeth and whispered his name. Looking up, his face was expressionless, but the hand gripping hers was exceptionally forceful, preventing her hand from escaping.
Moreover, Yu Zexiao leaned back in his seat, closed his eyes to rest, and exhibited an expression of complete calm and composure— utterly infuriating!