Yu Han's lips were so cool, almost icy to the touch. But the moment they made contact, Yan Xia's blood boiled all over her body.
Didn't Wanwan say he despised women's touch?
Then, why would he…
With eyes widened, Yan Xia stared blankly at the stunning face of Yu Han. For a moment, the idea of resisting had completely left her mind.
Du Xinyuan clenched her fist so hard that the nail she just had done dug deep into her palm and broke.
But then, after a few seconds, Yu Han let Yan Xia go and looked at Du Xinyuan.
"Xiaxia is extremely significant to me, so please, refrain from such talks in the future."
Du Xinyuan turned pale, looking at him without uttering a word.
Yu Han averted his gaze, not bothering to see what kind of expression Du Xinyuan was making. He hugged Yan Xia's waist and headed for the private room.
After they'd walked more than a dozen meters, Yan Xia finally snapped back to reality.
Oh my god!
