"..."
Li Shengxiao's life had always gone smoothly; he had never encountered such an awkward situation before. He pressed a hand to his stomach area, his lips so tightly pursed they almost formed a straight line.
Damn it, how could he moan!
Rong Yan didn't think too much about it and prepared to go downstairs after speaking.
However, just as she was about to leave, her wrist was suddenly grabbed. A fierce yank pressed her against the sofa. The man's midnight-like eyes were as dark and deep as if ready to devour someone, his hot breath spraying onto Rong Yan's face.
Rong Yan's heart skipped a beat, and she shrank back, "Li, Li Shengxiao, what are you doing?"
Why on earth was he pinning her down on the sofa?
The patch of skin on Rong Yan's waist enclosed by his arm felt like it was burning up. She couldn't help but wiggle her waist, "Stop it, I'm still on my period. Didn't we agree to wait until it's over? Let me go first, I'll go make you some food."
