She struggled to turn her face away, to dodge his kiss, and her hands never stopped pushing him away.
Alas, none of it helped.
At wit's end, Wen Ran bit Fu Chenlie's lip!
The moment his lip broke, she even heard the sound of her teeth grinding.
The man grimaced in pain, grunting softly.
Wen Ran took the opportunity to push him away, stepping back several times.
Once she had steadied herself, she looked back at Fu Chenlie.
He furrowed his brows, lifted his hand, and with the pad of his thumb, he wiped from right to left across his lips, clearing the blood; he glanced indifferently at the red on his thumb and sneered quietly to himself.
Wen Ran watched him, his aura frigid, and her nerves somewhat taut.
Even so, she glared at him and said, "Please learn how to respect people in the future. Not everyone has to accept whatever you want to do; everyone has the right to refuse others."
"The right to refuse?"
"That's right!"