The light wasn't on in the bathroom.
In the darkness, hot, damp steam and a sudden kiss enveloped Jiang Qingli.
Jiang Qingli tried to pull away, but Ye Linyuan anticipated her move, pinning her against the door. His long, slender fingers threaded through hers, lacing them together.
An undeniable force, thick with jealousy, stole her breath as if he were competing with someone.
Several minutes later, Ye Linyuan finally pulled back.
Jiang Qingli was already unsteady on her feet. As she slid down against the door, he scooped her up and sat her on his arm.
His other hand squeezed her cheeks, forcing her lips to pucker like a goldfish.
Ye Linyuan suppressed his displeasure and asked, "Who is he?"
If he hadn't been worried about making Jiang Qingli angry, he would have charged out and killed that shameless male the moment he walked in.
The fact that he'd managed to hold back this long was a testament to his patience.
