Song Huanyan's face was red as she grabbed Yun Jianchen's hand. Glaring at Yun Jianchen, she said, "You really have no sympathy for women."
Yun Jianchen raised his eyebrows, looking at Song Huanyan. "Tell me... how have I not shown sympathy for women?"
"Today, I've already told you about my past, how I encountered that scumbag Gong Ziqian and that green tea bitch Ji Meixue... I was so upset, you should have comforted me. But you?" Song Huanyan pouted a bit aggrievedly in her complaint against Yun Jianchen.
Yun Jianchen wrapped his arms around Song Huanyan, flipped her over, and pressed her down underneath him as he said huskily, "Right now... I am preparing to comfort you 'in action'."
"..." Song Huanyan's face instantly flushed, and she pushed Yun Jianchen away, but he was like a mountain pressing down on her, immovable.
"Get up..."
"I won't," said Yun Jianchen in his husky voice.
Song Huanyan frowned.
