"It's none of your business."
Yvette was still angry. The words that Lance had said in the dining hall just now made her especially embarrassed.
Yvette tried to break free of his grip, but he held her hand.
"Aren't you satisfied?" Lance's eyes revealed a dangerous light.
Without waiting for Yvette to speak, Lance grabbed her chin and kissed her.
Lance firmly held her hands that were waving. He kissed her fiercely. Their lips and teeth collided. It was almost as if he wanted to swallow her tongue into his stomach.
Yvette subconsciously struggled, but her strength had just been used up. At this time, she couldn't do anything.
She gave up struggling, afraid of hurting the baby in her belly.
After a long while, when Yvette felt her tongue go numb, Lance finally let go of her.
Yvette gasped for a moment before she had the strength to scold him.
"Lance, are you mad?"
