Leng Yu Yan had no place to hide, she didn't understand why this man was filled with such an intense premonition of an impending storm of rage.
"Mmm... let... let go... of me, you... bastard!"
She struggled to curse out a sentence; in the next instant, the man's cool lips sealed hers shut, mercilessly crushing them as though they were caught in a violent tempest, leaving her no chance to breathe...
Overbearingly unstoppable, his presence domineering.
She couldn't catch her breath and started hitting him with her hands, but it was futile. Determined, she bit down hard on his lip.
The taste of blood spread in her mouth.
Ye Yiheng paused in his movements, loosening his grip slightly, and wiped away the blood at the corner of his lips with his thumb, his deep eyes staring intently at her.
Leng Yu Yan panicked, his gaze so cold it felt like it could freeze her over.
