Shi Yu released his grip from her chin, but then moved his hand down to grasp her supple waist, "I don't accept verbal apologies."
He fiercely tightened his hold on her waist, "Repay me with your body."
Shen Cheng's smile vanished, and she quickly turned around, facing away from him with a light huff, "My waist hurts."
"Waist hurts?"
Shi Yu's large hand gently gripped the back of Shen Cheng's neck, holding it like a crucial spot on a cat, with a threatening firmness.
Shen Cheng responded with an impatient kick of her legs.
"Stay away from me."
Having said that, she buried her head into the bedsheet, resolutely giving Shi Yu her back.
The personal nutritionist planning to bring in the meal, after hearing the commotion inside, fearfully withdrew with the tray, careful not to make a sound.
The two remained in a standoff for a while.
"Come here, let me rub it for you."
In the end, it was Shi Yu who broke the deadlock, his tone overwhelmingly dominant.
