SMACK!
Jian Xi slapped his face.
Si Yuhuan's handsome face bore the imprint of five fingers. His tongue lightly touched his numbing left cheek as he sneered, a cold gleam bursting from the glossy darkness of his eyes.
This little woman, she's now a wild cat with sharp claws!
Jian Xi froze for a moment, a wave of fear washing over her at her own audacity. But what was done, was done. She straightened her spine. "You had it coming. Now, get lost."
Si Yuhuan's large, well-defined hand suddenly gripped her petite face. He leaned in, his low, husky voice whispering devilishly in her ear, "You provoked me first. Thinking of making me leave now? It's too late."
With that, his thin lips fiercely pressed against hers.
His kiss was scorching, as if carrying surging fury—dominating and forceful.
He raised his arms, effortlessly lifting her and setting her on the coffee table.
