His gaze bore down on the woman beneath him, sharp and cold.
Her delicate little face was flushed crimson, eyes edged with red, puffing with an indignation that seemed on the verge of tears any second.
Yet, paradoxically, it was he who had been agitated by her words to a point of panic inside.
Her demeanor now suggested, quite the contrary, that she had been bullied by him.
Yu Siting didn't know how to handle her.
He took a deep breath, feeling suddenly constricted in his breathing.
Just as he was about to rise and leave, the woman lying on the bed in a huff suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her lips to his in a bold initiative.
This time, Yu Siting didn't avoid her, and Yan Xi got what she wanted.
Yu Siting's body stiffened as her lips met his, hot and soft.
He should have reciprocated, but the thought that she must mistake him for Wei Xiao at this moment made him lose all interest.
Her kissing was poor, akin to reckless gnawing on his lips.