"Ye Sihan, you promised me... ah..." Xing Ling's waist trembled, her thin white legs struggled to break free.
"I promised not to touch you, yes, but what about you? Meeting men behind my back, do you expect me to stand by and watch? Do you think I have a good temper?" Ye Sihan's fingers bent, pressing down with the palm of his hand.
"Ah ah..." Xing Ling shook her head helplessly, "No... please..."
"Tell me, what did you talk about?"
"No... Uh... Ah ah ah—" Xing Ling's waist suddenly convulsed, her body shook violently, she arched her neck deeply, and her legs trembled tautly.
It was only a minute or so, back and forth.
Ye Sihan felt the changes in her body, his dark eyes dimmed, his blood boiled to the point where veins bulged, but he restrained himself with great effort.
He breathed heavily, staring at her flushed little face.
"Did you enjoy that?" Ye Sihan asked in a hoarse voice. "If you ever meet him again..."
