Accept, Adapt, and Get Used to It

"Sure." Feng Yi's voice was getting lower and lower. He slowly got up and stared at her with his deep eyes. "But I want a reward."

"Reward?" Yu Fei realized that there was something wrong with Feng Yi. His gaze on her was too fiery, and his overbearing kiss had already landed.

Her sweet lips were like poison. He was addicted after tasting it once.

"Oh, Feng Yi." She reached out and tried to push him away. This man did not keep his word. She should not have trusted him.

Seeing her reaction, he did not panic at all. He curled his lips and smiled wickedly. "Yes, I did say that I wouldn't touch you."

"Then why aren't you letting me go?" Yu Fei was very annoyed. Feng Yi did go back on his word, but she did not reject him too strongly. She just pushed him away symbolically.