Not many men can resist the allure of a woman's invitation.
Lin Fuying didn't believe it. She had offered herself willingly, but Ye Yunting still managed to restrain himself.
"Brother, just fulfill this wish of Yingying's."
Her fingers were provocatively teasing around his waist.
Ye Yunting's body stiffened in an instant, a wave of irritation surging within him.
"Let go," he said coldly.
"No, Yingying will not let go of Brother Yunting," Lin Fuying said as she tiptoed and gently breathed on Ye Yunting's neck.
In the next instant, she felt her body lifted into the air, and then Ye Yunting harshly threw her out.
The moment she hit the ground hard, her mind was completely blank.
Ye Yunting furrowed his brows as he glanced at her, then decisively turned and walked away.
Only after Ye Yunting had gone did Lin Fuying come to her senses, feelings of shame and anger creeping up on her, her face turning red with fury.