Rong Yan's wrists were firmly clamped to the bed, his scorching breath spraying on her face, her neck...
She tried moving her wrists and found that the man was gripping her with incredible force, making it impossible to twist her hand free.
Rong Yan blinked her clear eyes, even admiring herself for not being afraid in such a situation, her first reaction was... to think about how to appease someone.
Her silence was interpreted by the man as a normal reaction of being frightened. Li Shengxiao's handsome face grew taut, and his piercing eyes intensely watched her. He seemed expressionless, yet his large hand began to reluctantly loosen, "My true emotions are like this. Next time, don't ask me again whether I'm angry or not."
Seeing his hand letting go, Rong Yan gained her freedom, and contrary to what Li Shengxiao thought, she didn't immediately try to escape out of fear.
The little woman beneath him, as he was about to release her, unexpectedly grabbed onto his wrist instead.
