Such face-to-face proximity sent her into a panic.
She recalled a dream where, several times, he had gripped her waist with both hands, casually lifting her onto the table as one would place an object...
And just like that, face-to-face, he toyed with her on top of the table.
Leng Yu Yan's face felt hot, and her ears burned. In her flurry, she wanted to flee.
"I've already started tidying things up, and from today on, I will be moving to Tingfeng Garden."
After the ceremonial return to the husband's home three days after the wedding, she wouldn't come back.
Hearing the implication in her words, Ye Yiheng restrained her by the waist with one hand and placed the other behind his back. His wrist turned, invoking his Inner Strength.
"No!"
As he finished speaking, his handsome brows knitted together, he turned his head, and spit out a small mouthful of blood.
The fresh blood stained his thin lips, tinting them with a layer of stunning color.
