A minute had passed, and the man behind her was motionless, but Zhiyan's mouth was sore, her blood seeping into her mouth cavity, an extremely uncomfortable feeling.
Forget it, vengeance can wait ten years for a gentleman, I'll remember this debt for now.
With a light snort, Zhiyan released her mouth.
Blood trickled down the corners of her lips, making her fair skin look even more alluring against the dark red, a beauty both enchanting and dangerous, exuding a lethal charm.
Ming Yihan's gaze darkened as his arm wrapped around Zhiyan involuntarily tightened.
"Ugh, bastard, let go!" Zhiyan cried out in pain, her brows furrowing tighter, her impression of Ming Yihan souring further.
Ming Yihan felt a pang of panic in his heart and let go of the arm wrapped around Zhiyan; the sudden release caused her to lose her balance, and she leaned forward.
"Ah..." Zhiyan panicked for a moment, only to watch herself fall forward helplessly.
