"Young Master Yan, I hope you can have a sense of propriety!" When Song Jiaren said this, her face wasn't flushed and her heart wasn't racing, but it piqued Yan Cheng's interest.
Every time Song Jiaren took a step back, Yan Cheng would take a step forward and press down on her. Slowly, Song Jiaren was forced into a corner. At this moment, Yan Cheng approached her and pressed her against the wall. Then, he slowly lowered his head and approached Song Jiaren charmingly. Perhaps it was because he had just woken up, but his voice was hoarse. Inch by inch, he slowly approached her. He was so close that Song Jiaren could hear the sound of their heartbeats.
Then, Yan Cheng leaned down and muttered in Song Jiaren's ear with an extremely bewitching voice, "Miss Song, I remember that you weren't acting like this just now!"
