Xia Wan'an felt the pressure on her arm increase and couldn't help calling out, "Sir..."
She only managed to utter two words before she stopped speaking.
This was because Han Jingnian's fingers had gently grazed the area on her arm that was scraped and reddened.
With the sharp pain and tingling sensation, Xia Wan'an held her breath abruptly. She dared not move, even her heart seemed to have stopped beating.
He gently stroked her skin a few times before his fingertips pressed down more firmly, as if something had deeply displeased him. Instead of gently stroking, it felt more like rubbing harshly.
It was as if there was something dirty on her skin, and he was rubbing it off forcefully.
This spot was already a little sore from being bumped. When Han Jingnian pressed down, Xia Wan'an couldn't help but hiss softly in pain, unconsciously pulling her arm back.
