He regarded all of Xixi's actions as tactics for her to get closer to him step by step.
"I don't know what you're talking about!" Xixi didn't respond to what he said at first. She stared at him blankly for a while and wanted to push him away, but his raised hand was easily cut back by him.
He held her hand high and pressed it above her head. With a snap, he suddenly leaned against the wall behind her.
Although Xixi looks weak, those who really know her know very well that the word weak has never been associated with a girl who grew up in a family like her.
However, facing Qing Muchen, she was like a bird with broken wings. No matter how much she fluttered, she could not do anything to him.
How strong a man's power is, this is something Xixi has felt again in the past two days.
His body held her tightly, so tight that she could even feel his powerful texture.
The skin of the two people touched each other through two thin layers of fabric, and the heat from his body was like a soldering iron, so hot that it was scorching.
Xixi was passively pressed against the wall by him, her body very stiff.
"Qing Muchen, let me go!" She was so anxious that she mentioned his name without caring about their identities.
Qing Muchen didn't mind this. From beginning to end, he didn't regard her as an ordinary servant.
How many maids dared to be as presumptuous as she was in front of him
Xixi struggled in his arms several times, but failed to escape. She raised her legs and tried to kick him.
She strikes very fast, so fast that without specific training, she would never be able to reach that speed.
It was powerful, very offensive, and it found the spot very accurately. It was the most vulnerable part of a man under him.
She seemed to know this very well and acted without mercy.
However, just as his knees were about to touch, he stopped him with more agile movements.
Xixi's reaction ability has always been as good as that of many professionally trained men.
However, Qing Muchen was faster than her, so fast that she couldn't see clearly how he made his move.
When he came to his senses, his knee was already in his hand.
His palms were as hot as his body.
There was a thin layer of calluses on the palms of his hands. When he held her legs, the slight roughness rubbed against her skin, making Xixi's body tremble slightly.
Qing Muchen squinted at her from the corner of his eyes, not missing her subtle reaction. He raised his eyebrows slightly, "Sensitive?"
The words of ridicule are even tainted with evil spirit.
Xixi's face felt inexplicably hot, and she looked away uncomfortably. She scolded again, "Let me go first!"
Qing Muchen was still easy to talk and controlled her hand to break away, but his body still did not move away from her.
Just mortgaging her, confining her between himself and the wall, his face was so close to hers that Xixi's breath was filled with his breath.
The strong male aura enveloped her all-pervasively like air, making Xixi's head feel dizzy.
She has never been so close to a man, this is the first time.
Xixi was not used to it, and she was even more uncomfortable with the smell of a stranger in her nose, which was actually clearer than her own.
She turned her head away, trying to put some distance between herself and him. However, Qing Muchen squared her head, stubbornly making her face him and refusing to let go.
His force was so strong that Xixi's jaw hurt from being restrained by him.
Xixi has never been so weak in front of anyone in her entire life.