"Yun Jianchen... you... don't come any closer." Song Huanyan backed to the edge of the bed, taking a pillow and hurling it at Yun Jianchen.
Yun Jianchen caught the pillow and tossed it aside.
Song Huanyan, grabbing anything she could from the bed, hurled them at him: pillows, the quilt...
But these things had no effect on Yun Jianchen whatsoever. He backed Song Huanyan into a corner of the bed.
"Song Huanyan. I've told you not to make me angry, why can't you ever understand?" Yun Jianchen looked down at her from above, squeezing her chin with one hand.
Song Huanyan frowned and glared at Yun Jianchen, "As long as you don't make me angry, I won't make you angry."
It was clearly Yun Jianchen and Yuan Xiaobai cozying up to each other that had made her angry.
"Why can't you be like other women, gentle and sweet, docile and clever?" Yun Jianchen asked coldly.
