Pei Yan stood by the window and saw the Mei family's carriage stop.
Mei Wanying, dressed in a vibrant pink dress with her hair in a maiden's bun, stepped out of the carriage.
A gentle breeze blew past, causing her skirt to sway and vaguely outlining her figure—a slender waist and long legs.
That willow-like waist... he had held it for real not long ago.
A perfect handful.
Very soft.
Pei Yan's palm suddenly grew hot, and his breathing became a little heavier.
His heart felt like a little rabbit was trapped inside, thumping wildly against his chest.
'Damn it all!'
Pei Yan clenched his fist, suppressing the strange reaction in his body. Every time he saw Mei Wanying, these odd feelings would surface.
It was as if a savage beast lived inside him, one that longed to make Mei Wanying cry.
He had to exercise great restraint to keep from losing control.
