Between the robes, snow-white skin was faintly visible. Zhang Fan felt it was necessary to leave. If Ye Yanran realized he had taken advantage of her, he would definitely be kicked out lying down.
She wasn't a demure goddess; she was a ferocious tigress with explosive combat power.
"I'm heading back," Zhang Fan said guiltily, then quickly ran downstairs.
Ye Yanran stared at Zhang Fan's back in shock.
Was she really that scary?
After Zhang Fan left, Ye Yanran finally came to her senses.
"Bastard, bastard, not only did he look, he even touched me! Aargh, I'm going to kill him!"
"Sis, are you really better now?" Ye Xuan grabbed Ye Yanran's hand in disbelief, twisting it around.
"You brat, what are you doing!" Ye Yanran glared at her, then remembered how Ye Xuan had been sitting on her, helping that jerk take advantage of her. Gritting her teeth, she stood up, grabbed Ye Xuan, and pressed her onto the sofa, mercilessly tormenting her.
