Si Wuxie gave a sudden tug, and Xiang Anning was pulled off the sofa. Then, he comfortably sat down, while Xiang Anning found herself perched on his sturdy lap.
She struggled, but he held her waist tightly, making her sit utterly still in his embrace with no chance of escape.
There was not a trace of emotion on Si Wuxie's face, it was cold to the bone, terrifyingly so. Xiang Anning felt immensely uneasy and frightened. This version of Si Wuxie seemed unfamiliar to her.
They hadn't seen each other for nearly a month, and he seemed like a completely different person!
His entire demeanor had changed!
How could this be? How could Si Wuxie have turned out this way?
She sat on Si Wuxie's lap, lowering her eyelids to look into Si Wuxie's bloodshot eyes.
There was a blaze of fury in his eyes, mixed with an unmistakable longing.
He grabbed her chin.
Without saying a word, he fiercely sealed her lips.
