Seeing Ning Yuan asking the obvious, Ye Yu tightened his hold on her chin.
"When I'm working, I don't like women to do anything."
Hearing his words, a faint smile appeared on Ning Yuan's lips. "I think you and Miss Yu are quite compatible. You can talk so enthusiastically in the restaurant. Are you going to talk in bed next time?"
The moment she finished speaking, her jawbone hurt even more.
"Why? Did I hit the nail on the head?"
Ye Yu looked at Ning Yuan coldly with his dark eyes and said in a low voice, "There's a limit to being jealous."
"I don't like jealousy." Ning Yuan patted his hand that was pinching her chin. "Let go. I don't want to go through plastic surgery."
The man released her chin.
Ning Yuan was about to leave when she was carried up in the next second.
He turned around with her in his arms, her slender back pressed against the door frame.
"I think you're asking for a beating!"
