Leng Zhiyuan was pressed on the table. She looked up at the man quickly. Zhou Yao did not press down on her. He merely held her waist with one hand to prevent her from moving.
She didn't know what the man was up to. He was very serious at one moment but would fool around in another.
"Let go!" She was about to hook her legs over his shoulders.
Knock, knock. The door suddenly sounded. It was the voice of Mu's housekeeper. "Old master."
Leng Zhiyuan was stunned. Someone was here!
The big hand clasped on her waist pinched her, and her eardrum was filled with a man's deliberate low voice. "Shout!"
Shout?
She didn't understand.
Just then, a dark shadow blocked her sight. Zhou Yao's right palm was propped up on the table as he directly opened his mouth and bit her red lip.
"Ah!" Leng Zhiyuan cried out in pain.
