However, she had only taken two steps when Feng Yan grabbed her arm. He then asked in a feminine voice, " am I dirty? "
His rough thumb rubbed Yin shinian's lips, his tone still suffocating and evil.
The playful smile at the corner of his mouth and the coldness in his eyes were telling Yin shinian that everything he had done to him just now was just revenge for saying that he hadn't used public chopsticks ...
Yin shinian raised his hand and was about to slap Feng Yan, but he held her behind him and with a force, she fell into his arms.
"Is it dirty?" He pinched Yin shinian's jaw and forced her to look up at him, demanding an answer.
Yin shinian was almost forced to cry, but she held back her tears.
The more she held back her tears, the more Feng Yan wanted to bully her.
"It's not dirty!"
The two words cut through his throat and spilled out. Even though he had surrendered, there was also stubbornness in them.
