Wen Ya dismissed her maid and struggled to get up so she could get Zheng Shuyan some water.
Zheng Shuyan was in his white robe, the jade-like man suddenly pulled Wen Ya over and held her in his arms...
"Wen Ya! Stop avoiding me!"
Zheng Shuyan's lips swept past Wen Ya's earlobe, bringing to her a hint of his masculine touch.
Wen Ya shuddered as her voice gave in.
"Zheng Shuyan, let go of me, Yuan Zhe is home, if he realizes what you're doing, you'll be dead..."
Wen Ya had suffered ten thousand points of shock as she attempted pushing Zheng Shuyan who only tightened his hold.
She paused and started clinging onto the warmth he provided as she stopped struggling.
"Little Ya, leave with me, please? I don't want to see you hurt anymore. Seeing you like this, I want to murder someone..."
Wen Ya cried. Her tears streamed down her cheeks freely, but she did not dare to make any sound.
