When Ruan Zeyan walked out with Ling Tianya on his shoulder, the car door was already open for them. He tossed her inside the car in one steady, forceful, and precise movement.
Ling Tianya's body bounced once on the soft car seat. Just as she tried to sit herself up, Ruan Zeyan pressed in and held her firmly between his arms.
Ling Tianya froze for a second, eyes wide open. When she was about to open her mouth, she suddenly felt the cut on her lip thanks to Ruan Zeyan earlier. Fresh blood oozed out from the corner of her mouth.
Ruan Zeyan dabbed her lips carefully with a napkin, as if he was cleaning a delicate porcelain doll. With a serious look on his face, he frowned slightly, "Why couldn't you just go along and not ask for punishment? You really have a crappy personality."
Ling Tianya replied in an ambiguous tone. "If so many women with nice personalities love you, what are you doing here with me?"
