An Xiaoni struggled within his strong, restraining arms. "What are you doing?"
Quan Ying curled his lips into a smile. "Demanding compensation."
The warm, masculine scent he exuded washed over An Xiaoni’s face, making her heart tighten. He must have emptied a whole bottle of body wash; the fragrance was overwhelming. An Xiaoni pulled her head back, trying to put some distance between them. While she managed to pull their heads apart, her body remained firmly locked within his arms.
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