"Ah—"
Nan Zhifeng screamed as she struggled and incessantly grabbed at those arms.
But those arms were strong and forceful, impossible to break free from.
And the water from the shower had washed away the foam on her face, restoring her vision. She turned her head and couldn't help but freeze: "You…"
"You were quite happy cursing me just now, weren't you? Continue?"
Ye Zhantian turned her around to face him.
"Ye Zhantian, you..."
Nan Zhifeng had forgotten that she was naked, taking a shower. She stood there, stunned and staring at him in shock,
"Weren't you drunk? Unconscious? Drugged?"
"I turned the tables, I just wanted to know if you'd still care about me..."
Ye Zhantian said softly, then fiercely kissed her.
"Mmm..."
Nan Zhifeng struggled desperately, her hands continuously pounding and scratching at him.
Leaving Ye Zhantian's shoulders covered in bloody marks.
