The door of the ward was slammed shut again with a bang.
Yan Hua, who almost got lost in the man's kisses, regained her senses. She quickly broke free from the man's arms and stepped back.
Ever since what had happened at the Yan family, Bo Yan had not worn glasses. Maybe he did not need to have a refined and elegant appearance. Without his glasses, his facial features looked carve-liked, handsome and cold.
Before she had time to be angry, she realized that his expression was more dark than hers.
His jaw was clenched tight as if a storm was approaching.
Yan Hua wanted to ask him what right did he have to kiss her but when she saw his fierce and cold expression, she swallowed the words that were already by her lips.
"What are you angry about?" She asked him with a frown.
The lines of Bo Yan's face turned even sharper and he said, "She didn't knock."
"With Zhizhi's personality, she should have knocked but we didn't hear it."
