Wen Zhiyao turned her face aside to escape and struggled hard to break free from Zhou Yunsheng's grasp.
"You better let go of me, or else, I promise, you will regret this." Wen Zhiyao's eyes were filled with warning.
Zhou Yunsheng didn't get angry, but instead, he laughed. His other hand reached out to touch Wen Zhiyao's face. His laughter grew more unrestrained as he inquired cheekily, "So, do tell me, how will I regret this?"
The air between them was filled with her scent, which he found immensely appealing.
He never realized before how wonderful it could be sharing the same space with Wen Zhiyao. He had missed so many chances.
But, now that he had discerned it, it wasn't too late. Zhou Yunsheng resolved that he must get a firm grasp on this woman.
Seeing Zhou Yunsheng's guard down, Wen Zhiyao immediately lifted her foot and kicked him hard where it hurts the most.
