Upon seeing Ning Yanan's pallid face, Jiang Jinchen felt uneasy too.
But the words he had uttered, he couldn't take back.
Moreover, he really wanted to see how long she could endure.
Jiang Jinchen gripped her shoulders, lowered his head, trying to kiss her lips.
"Slap—"
Ning Yanan, without a second thought, swung her palm out.
A fierce slap landed on Jiang Jinchen's distinguished face, immediately leaving a handprint.
Jiang Jinchen turned his face to the side, his long fingers caressing his own cheek.
Slowly turning his head, his narrow peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, then suddenly he reached out, seized Ning Yanan's shoulders, spun around, and pressed her against the bed.
The sound of tearing fabric was especially shocking to the ears.
Ning Yanan's face changed, and she began to struggle violently.
"Jiang Jinchen, let go of me, or I will not be polite to you!"
The man didn't give her an opportunity to argue and firmly gripped her jaw.
