Feng Rong spoke one sentence after another.
His warm breath sprayed onto her delicate skin.
Yet, for some reason, the air felt chilling, sending shivers through her heart.
Su Yan lifted her hand, pressing against his chest for support, and looked up at him.
She spoke.
"We have nothing between us, so I have no obligation to explain anything to you."
As the words left her mouth, Su Yan felt a sharp pain at her waist.
The hand gripping her tightened even more.
It seemed as though it wanted to squeeze her to pieces.
She pressed her lips together.
Before she could say anything.
Feng Rong's cold and eerie voice crossed in.
"Nothing between us? No obligation to explain?"
He let out a laugh.
His entire face appeared handsome yet harmless.
His voice came softly by Su Yan's ear.
"Soon, there will be something physical between us."
As he spoke, he pinched Su Yan's chin and bent down to kiss her.
