He pinned her against the wall, kissing her from her delicate, rosy lips down to her slender, fair neck, and then to her chest.
Sensing she hadn't moved at all, Ye Yiheng panicked slightly and let her go a little, only to see varying depths of kiss marks.
Her skin was tender, with each kiss leaving a red mark, and Ye Yiheng's eyes grew solemn.
"Merely because a Beiliang woman has arrived in the capital, you wish to end things with me?"
And that woman, he didn't like her at all!
"Initially, I thought it was just a transaction; as long as it didn't interfere with the objective, how many women you had by your side was of no consequence to me," Leng Yu Yan said, her chest heaving dramatically as she finally regained her breath. "But now, I've changed my mind!"
"Or is the arrival of the Beiliang woman just an excuse you're looking for to end our transaction?" he asked again, his brows furrowing coldly.