Fingertips slid down along her knee.
Goosebumps erupted all over Jiang Ruan's body.
Jiang Ruan's mind was jolted.
Her skin was soft, and after so many years of good care, she instantly sensed something was wrong.
This person wasn't Bao Ye.
The hand on her leg was coarse, with thick calluses, making her skin feel uncomfortable.
Her pupils shrank suddenly, and she screamed in fear.
She reached out trying to push him away, but her arms felt like they were being pricked by needles, heavy and numb, unable to lift them.
"Who are you? Get lost! Don't touch me!"
Tokugawa Rui wasn't fluent in Chinese, nor did he understand what she was saying, but seeing her angry expression and resistance, he could guess that her words surely weren't kind.
He didn't mind at all, lingering his fingertips on her knee, then holding it.
Her leg was truly slender, like milk, both white and tender.
