Zi Yan opened the door, wanting to go out.
But once again, her arm was grabbed by the man and he dragged her towards the sink.
Bam! He threw her onto the sink.
Zi Yan knocked her waist and she gasped in pain. But the more painful it was, the brighter the smile on her face was.
"Brother Yanzhi, why are you so angry?" Zi Yan's cat-like eyes were slightly crinkled. It was apparent that she had calmed down, there was a playful look in her eyes. "Oh, I know. It must be that Brother Yanzhi still can't forget about me."
She knew clearly what kind of women he hated.
The way she was behaving now was what he hated the most.
"If Brother Yanzhi can't forget," she raised her slender fingers, brushing past his chest charmingly and continued, "Come to the hotel I'm staying tonight, since this is Brother Sihan's palace and it won't be appropriate."
She had just finished speaking when her delicate chin was pinched by him.
