Her lips had just touched the cool juice when a deep and imposing voice arose, startling everyone present, "Drink less cold stuff."
Then, the cup in Tang Yu's hand was forcibly taken away and placed on the table.
Tang Yu looked at the man who sat down next to her, clad in a black suit, impeccably neat without a crease, his presence commanding and emitting an air of untouchable sharpness.
Ye Sihan raised his hand and wiped the juice from her lips, using a bit of force.
Tang Yu didn't dare refuse, acutely feeling the roughness of his fingertips.
Lin Shuhuan, who had quickly regained her composure, said, "Why can't she drink cold things? It's not like it's the dead of winter."
Ye Sihan pulled back the finger that had been on Tang Yu's lips and ordered his bodyguard, "Take her to the car."
The bodyguard approached, bending over, "Miss Tang, please follow me."
Tang Yu made no protest, obediently got up, and followed the bodyguard out of the garden.
