Soon after, she was enveloped in a chest exuding a faint tobacco scent and the unique aura of a man she knew well.
Tang Yige was suddenly stunned, then struggled even harder.
The air in her lungs rushed into her throat; she opened her mouth wanting to scream, but couldn't make a sound.
"Yiyi, Yiyi..."
Si Nan held her tight, his voice hoarse to the extreme.
Due to the intense struggle, no sound came out at all.
Tang Yige's forehead and neck flushed red, veins protruded.
"Yiyi, it's me, Brother."
Si Nan's lips approached Yige's ear, pale even in the dim streetlight.
"Let go..."
Tang Yige roared a word like a trapped animal, her pupils instantly flaring crimson.
The emotional turmoil was so intense that she was now somewhat out of breath.
"Yiyi, what's wrong with your eyes? Hmm?"
Si Nan tightly gripped Tang Yige's shoulders, his eyes tinged red as he looked at her equally bloodshot eyes, his voice husky.
"Ah..."
Tang Yige forcefully pushed him away.
