Yvette's back was pressed against the cold bathroom wall, making her at the mercy of Lance.
At that moment, she felt helpless and could only let him do anything to her.
Yvette's tears were salty and sweet, and when Lance tasted them, he felt tempted.
Lance let go of Yvette reluctantly, his eyes filled with anger, suggesting that he had not enjoyed himself to the fullest.
Yvette raised her hand and wanted to hit him, but Lance just grabbed her arm.
Blue veins were twitching on Lance's wrist, and his voice was cold and heavy. "How dare you!"
If Yvette hit him for another man again, Lance couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't tear her apart.
Lance's embrace was so tight that Yvette couldn't break free. She turned her head in disgust.
As long as she thought about how Lance's lips had kissed someone else, she felt disgusted.
