She couldn't leave, with a pent-up breath in her heart.
Yan Song said helplessly, "Yun Ya, what am I supposed to do with you?"
Yun Ya replied with a smile, "With you by my side, what do I have to fear?"
Yan Song rubbed her hair helplessly, his gaze indulgent.
Suddenly thinking of something, Yun Ya grabbed his sleeve and asked, "What about Lorde? You didn't kill him, did you?"
Yan Song's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at her deeply, "Are you worried about him?"
Yun Ya raised an eyebrow, "Yes..." Before the word "yes" was fully out, she was suddenly captured by a man's lips, a masculine, dominating presence consumed her entire being. Dizzy from the kiss, Yun Ya was finally released as the man's rough fingertip harshly rubbed her lips, with a sense of vengeance.
"Hmm..." Yun Ya glared at him resentfully.
"Jealous men are indeed the most terrifying."
