Returning to the Wen Family, Wen Xinya locked herself up in her room, sat down on the ledge beside the window in her room, and stared into blank space.
The incident just now kept replaying in her mind.
She was staring at Si Yiyan, speechless, when Si Yiyan suddenly looked down and kissed her. She didn't know why, but at that moment, she had felt resistant towards the kiss which used to mesmerize her. So, she kept struggling, hitting and scratching him, like a stray cat making a scene, like a shrew by the roadside, crying and cursing him to be a jerk at the same time.
But he didn't budge the slightest bit—his burning lips met her chilly lips, like wildfires insisting to burn down a thousand-year snow mountain. One stubbornly demanding, one coldly rejecting—within this purgatory battle of fire and ice, it was unknown who would eventually emerge victorious and in defeat.
