Shen Heyu bit his lip.
She struggled to break free, and in desperation, she resorted to this extreme measure.
Pei Yansi felt the pain, a metallic taste of blood spreading between their lips and teeth. He had thought he would let go, but instead, he intensified his grip, holding the back of her head, kissing her even more deeply.
Shen Heyu was almost kissed to the point of suffocation.
Her brows were tightly furrowed, her hands pressing against his chest in rejection, but her feeble strength was nothing more than a mantis trying to stop a chariot for Pei Yansi.
Even so, because she fought so fiercely, he had to use more strength to restrain her, which caused his shoulder blades to exert force, and the wound on his back began to tear open, fresh blood starting to drip out.
The white gauze turned red.
"Shen Heyu, why is it so hard to be your man?" Pei Yansi finally let her go. His face was very pale due to the wound, but he still stubbornly stared at her.