In the next second, Lei Yicheng suddenly put the wine glass on the coffee table and leaped up with his muscular physique, like a lion pouncing towards Tang Yige.
Yige heard footsteps behind her, and just as she was about to turn around, her shoulders were suddenly grabbed from behind.
Immediately after, her whole body was forcefully pinned against the wall.
Half of Yige's face was pressed against the wall, and the hands holding her shoulders were as immovable as iron clamps.
Lei Yicheng pressed against Yige from behind, yet he was careful to keep a slight distance, his body not fully touching her back.
Hot breath swept over her ear, making Tang Yige's neck tense, as she frowned in displeasure and said, "Lei Yicheng, what are you doing?"
"Heh." Lei Yicheng chuckled hoarsely behind her ear, his deep male pheromones strong and aggressive.
Yige's eyelashes fluttered lightly, and she took a deep breath, softening her voice, "Yicheng, stop it, you're hurting me."
