Yvette was thrown onto the sofa by him. Because of her abdominal pain, the words she said were also weak.
"What are you trying to do?"
"What do you think?"
Lance had a cold expression on his face. Half of his chest was exposed, revealing his well-defined abdominal muscles. His slender and beautiful fingers were still unbuttoning his shirt.
It was self-evident what he wanted to do.
"You dare!" Yvette became agitated.
"It seems you don't know me enough."
Lance curled his lips and leaned forward, pressing her against the soft sofa. His voice was hoarse. "I'll let you see if I dare, hmm?"
Yvette was trapped on the sofa by the man and had nowhere to run.
His lips were pressed down, and Yvette turned her face away. Her eyes were red, and she said in an extremely hateful tone, "Lance, if you really dare to do this, I will definitely not let you go."
Hearing her say that, Lance suddenly curled his lips and smiled.
