There wasn't much time to relax. Xia Jinyuan, who always made good use of his time, wouldn't miss any time to relax.
After two consecutive combats, he couldn't take it anymore. He urgently needed to rest and catch his breath.
He dared to be so relaxed, but Ye Jian didn't.
She didn't care that the back of her head was still hurting. She hurriedly said, "There are a truckload of people watching you. How dare you touch me? Let go."
As she spoke, she wanted to pry open the iron arms around her waist.
"There's no one watching. Everyone is busy." How could Xia Jinyuan agree? Even if he just had one hand around her, he still had enough strength to suppress her and not let her escape from his arms.
His voice, which was a little hoarse from the smoke, was gentle. It pierced straight into Ye Jian's heart. She knew that someone might discover them, but she couldn't bear to push him away.
