Yu Lingqian's movements were filled with wildness, and the suppressed anger in his eagle-like eyes caused Mu Anran's heart to throb painfully.
Almost on instinct, she tried to flee.
But before she could even take a step, her lips were fiercely captured by his kiss.
His breath was like tidal waves, instantly overwhelming her own.
She stared with wide, blank eyes at his eyes, which had almost taken on a bloody hue.
Then, her hips were grasped by a pair of strong hands, and the next second, she was hoisted onto the washbasin.
"Yu, Yu Lingqian... have you lost your mind?"
Having finally come to her senses, she began to struggle desperately, "Mm, let go... it hurts... don't bite—"
He was biting her!
A cold sneer lingered in Yu Lingqian's eyes; he really felt like biting her to death.
Who had given her the courage to meet that man over and over again?
When he thought of the words that Ye Zhuoming had said during the phone call, and his mocking tone, his eyes darkened even more.