"What are you doing? If Aunt Zhuang finds out... ah...." Yun Ya suddenly screamed as her bath towel was suddenly pulled away by Yan Song. She hadn't had time to put on clothes underneath, and the next moment, Yan Song clasped her waist with both hands and began to kiss her urgently.
Yun Ya pushed his head with both hands: "Stop it, I don't feel well...."
Yan Song's movements paused, he glanced up at her, his eyes were dark, like a deep well or pond, causing Yun Ya's heart to skip a beat.
"What's wrong with you?"
"You once asked me, if I knew you were lying to me, what would I do? Do you remember?" Yan Song's voice was hoarse, yet it carried a hint of coldness.
Yun Ya's heart constricted; it was a question asked just this morning, she certainly hadn't forgotten.
"Brother Yan, you...."
"I'll tell you right now, exactly what I would do." With those words, he forcibly pressed her against the door, biting her neck with a vengeful ferocity.
Yun Ya gasped.
