"Shen Feiwan!" Fu Shiyan's voice sank with growing anger.
His face grew increasingly stern.
He looked down at Shen Feiwan from his higher standpoint.
Fu Shiyan was tall and robust, standing almost 188cm while Shen Feiwan barely reached 163cm.
Without her heels, Shen Feiwan seemed overly petite beside him, and Fu Shiyan easily gave off an overwhelming sense of pressure.
She did not like this feeling.
"Look up," Fu Shiyan commanded.
"I've already said it was nothing… Ugh!"
Shen Feiwan frowned up at Fu Shiyan.
Her chin was abruptly seized by Fu Shiyan, squishing her cheeks outwards.
"Ouch…" Shen Feiwan's brow wrinkled.
"Who hit you?" Fu Shiyan asked.
Viewed at this angle, the thumbprint on her face looked even more evident.
"Let go of me first," said Shen Feiwan, persistently resisting.
Fu Shiyan's cold gaze remained, but he still released her face anyway.
