Han Jue followed her finger but saw nothing unusual. His face turned even redder as realization hit him.
Before he could step back and hide again, Su Qinglan's eyes had already landed on the real culprit, the large, hard bulge straining against his clothes.
She didn't hesitate. With no shame at all, she reached down and clutched it directly over the fabric with her soft hand.
Han Jue almost growled. The sudden touch on his already painful, swollen length made him twitch involuntarily. A low, helpless sound escaped his throat.
This thing was already aching so badly… and now her soft hand was wrapped around it.
He couldn't help but thrust a little into her palm. Su Qinglan's eyes widened slightly in surprise. She really had teased him too much. He was already this sensitive and desperate.
Han Jue's reasoning completely shattered the moment her fingers touched him. He lost all control. Without thinking, he untied the knot at his waist with trembling hands.
