Pei Chengyi’s left hand rested on the armrest between them, his pinky finger absentmindedly tracing the skin just beneath the hem of her skirt. Yet, his gaze remained fixed on the screen, the blue light from the projection rendering his profile as cold and sharp as an ice sculpture.
"Shall I turn up the AC for you?" Gu Yan reached for the remote, his arm brushing against her chest.
The hand on her thigh tightened instantly. Pei Chengyi’s thumb pressed hard into the soft flesh of her inner thigh, the pressure fierce enough to leave a bruise. Xu Huan bit her lower lip to keep from crying out, the wrinkles she’d bunched into her skirt in the darkness looking like a bruised flower.
Chapter 108