Just as she reached the dining table, before Su Liuying could sit down, she suddenly felt herself yanked away by a force.
"Ah!"
With a cry of alarm, she fell into Quan Tianyou's embrace, sitting on his thigh—a provocatively intimate pose that made her blush and want to stand up, but his strong hand clamped around her waist, preventing her from moving.
"Mr. Quan..."
Su Liuying turned her head, her gaze frantic as she looked at him, not understanding why he was doing this. They hadn't finished dinner yet, had they?
"My possessions, I don't like others touching them!"
Quan Tianyou said the words while his hand caressed her lips.
His abrupt statement left Su Liuying momentarily unresponsive, but his actions made it clear to her—he was still bothered by her and Xi Shaozhe's staged kiss.
"Mr. Quan, there is nothing between him and me, he really was just pretending. Last time it was, and this time too! Really, you have to believe me!"
