I moved past him without speaking, not wanting to continue arguing with him, and turned to walk away.
As we brushed past each other, Cheng Yu grabbed my hand with a light chuckle, "I'm just joking with you, why are you still mad?"
After finishing speaking, he pinned me against the car, his cool and thin lips pressing against mine, and I instinctively tried to push him away.
But he tightly clamped my wrists, rendering me immobile, and I stared angrily at the man in front of me, my chest heaving.
The taste of mint in my mouth left me somewhat at a loss; it felt as if the oxygen in my chest had been sucked dry, making me dizzy and lightheaded—it must have been from the cigarette he had just smoked.
He let go of me, draping an arm around my shoulders. When I looked up following his gaze, I saw a person standing on the fifth-floor balcony.
I recognized that familiar silhouette; it was Gu Tingshen.
