Tang Yu was sitting comfortably by the car window when Ye Sihan pulled her over, seating her on his sturdy thighs—
"What are you doing?"
"My body is more comfortable," Ye Sihan said with his dark eyes fixed on her, inscrutable and deep.
It must be a strong possessiveness.
Tang Yu didn't like physical contact with Ye Sihan, always feeling very dangerous.
Yet she, being coerced, had no right to resist.
Her chin was clasped, facing Ye Sihan's unfathomable dark eyes, "Are you satisfied with my 'handling' of things?"
"...Satisfied," Tang Yu said.
"Do you think Ye Yuli will agree?" Ye Sihan's piercing gaze seemed to bore into her.
"He definitely won't want to, but Lin Shuhuan will find ways to make him agree. I'm happy to see it happen."
"You understand him that well? Hmm?" Ye Sihan's eyes held ill intent.
"Is there a need to understand? I've been deeply harmed by him before," Tang Yu justified herself.
