Mo Siyu was known as the "Thousand Conquests"; there were countless women in his life. He wasn't the same! He couldn't accept those casual women at all!
This woman was indeed one of those casual types! She must have been with so many men already!
And he had actually spent a night with such a filthy woman!
Seeing Yu Zexiao's gaze grow increasingly gloomy, Jian Anning frowned as well.
She had absolutely no experience with these matters; although she had had boyfriends, the most they had done was kiss; they never went further than that.
Jian Anning took a step back, slightly lifting the corners of her eyes, her expression cooling down, "If there's nothing else, I'll be on my way."
Unexpectedly, just as she took the first step, Yu Zexiao abruptly shifted to the side, blocking her path.
Jian Anning looked up, with light shining from behind Yu Zexiao, edging his form with a golden rim. The man in front of her wore a grim expression, his handsome brows tightly knit together, like a mountain, blocking her way.
She stood still, but Yu Zexiao lifted his foot, stepping closer and closer to her.
The silence was too profound, his footsteps resounding unnaturally loud, like beating drums, rhythmically pounding on her heart. As if infected by it, his footsteps forced her into retreat, step by step, slowly moving backward.
Not until her back was against the cold corner of the wall did she lift her head, and Yu Zexiao was still drawing near, the two of them almost perfectly fitting into that corner.
With him standing so close, the warm breath from the man above cascaded down on her, the closeness reminiscent of last night, his presence enveloping her. She felt an overwhelming pressure as if there was not enough air in her lungs, making it incredibly difficult to breathe.
Suddenly, Yu Zexiao reached out, unexpectedly grabbing her wrist and yanking hard. She lost her balance and crashed into his robust chest...
"Look at me!" Yu Zexiao commanded coldly, and Jian Anning reflexively looked up at him.
Their gazes locked in the air, and seeing the anger and sinister light flickering in his obsidian eyes, she became involuntarily panicked. This look was different from the hazy-eyed tenderness after their entanglement this morning, and also different from the interrogating gaze he had held just before—it seemed to contain a sword, ready to pierce through her heart!
His sudden motion left her stunned for a few seconds, and then, she began to struggle fiercely.
Yu Zexiao pressed her hands next to her head without any hesitation; just as she was about to lift her leg in resistance, Yu Zexiao leaned in with his whole body, using the advantage of his longer arms and legs to firmly pin her down.
His fiery breath was on her nose, and as she struggled for a few moments, she couldn't escape. Anger, as well as traces of embarrassment, climbed up to her brow. Jian Anning frowned and couldn't help but blurt out, "What do you want? I've said it, last night was an accident! I know the rules, I won't hold you responsible, I won't cling to you, and I won't tell the media about it."
Yu Zexiao continued to suppress her resistance, his gaze falling on the wispy bangs beneath her forehead, his eyelids slightly drooping. Her long eyelashes cast a faint, soft shadow below. Her face was no more than five centimeters from his, so close he could even see the fine fuzz on her skin.
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