The jealous fire in his heart became more and more intense, and he jumped up violently, pushing Yang Yiting onto the bed as soon as he exerted his arm's strength. His tall body immediately stooped down, and his dangerous and powerful masculine aura immediately overwhelmed Yang Yiting.
"Miss Yang, I would like to see if you are really as virtuous as you said." Under the dual effects of jealousy and alcohol, He Lian Cheng's eyes were gradually becoming dilated. There was only one thought, that was, he wanted to get the woman in front of him, no matter how much she hated him, he also wanted to keep her by his side.
The warm male breath lingered around her neck. He Lian Cheng's slender but strong fingers gently stroked her face, and then came to her neck. He was held tightly by him again, unable to move.
