Mu Mian was so scared that her body stiffened and she tensed up. Her complexion had improved a bit from the few days of peaceful cohabitation, but now, it had turned transparently white again.
She was very afraid.
Her body was as tense as an ice sculpture.
Gong Heng felt her discomfort and cracked a slight smile. He drew her a few inches closer into his embrace and began to coax her.
"Good girl, relax, don't be nervous."
Not nervous?
How could she possibly not be nervous!
Her little hands clenched into fists from nervousness. They were lying on their sides, and Mu Mian couldn't face him. Her back was against his chest, and when he spoke, his voice was right in her ear.
She couldn't help herself.
When his hand crept under her nightgown, her vision blurred and she gripped his hand tightly, "Brother… please don't…"
