Qiao Yi was frightened, terribly frightened!
What on earth was Lu Yanchuan doing?! How could he dare to pull her hand into his clothes! Has he no shame?
Qiao Yi's face turned red with a glance at the one-way mirror in front of her, and once again reddened when she looked up at the two surveillance cameras above her head.
She wanted to withdraw her hand, but the firm and resilient sensation beneath it made her reluctant to do so, and the strength around her wrist provided her with enough reason to keep taking advantage.
Qiao Yi controlled her saliva and expression, sternly rejecting Lu Yanchuan's attempt to seduce her!
"You..."
"Are you satisfied?"
"Cough cough cough!"
Qiao Yi choked on her saliva, was that something Lu Yanchuan could say! She inexplicably felt like she was being teased; what should she do?