But just as her hand touched the door handle, her body was pulled over.
Feng Yan's strength was very strong. Yin shinian's shoulder hit his sternum, and it hurt.
"You think my chopsticks are dirty?" The gentle smile on Feng Yan's lips slowly spread.
His rough thumb rubbed against Yin shinian's Red lips. His actions were wild and the entire car was instantly filled with hot air.
Yin shinian dodged backward. She could clearly feel Feng Yan's hot breath on her face when he spoke. It was slightly itchy, like a feather tickling.
However, Feng Yan did not allow her to avoid him. He grabbed the back of her head with his strong palm and forced her to touch his nose.
"Let me go!"
The familiar yet foreign breath made Yin shinian both embarrassed and angry. She tried to push Feng Yan away, but he grabbed her wrist.
Feng Yan scratched her palm with his fingers sinisterly, making Yin shinian's little face burn.
"I'm asking if you think my chopsticks are dirty?"
