Mu Yin's clear pupils suddenly constricted, her body's hair stood on end, and a rage burned in her heart, "You ruffian, don't touch me!"
His rough, broad palm covered her supple, snowy skin, instantly triggering a tingling sensation.
Mu Yin struggled frantically, pushing him away...
Bo Fengheng was caught off guard, actually pushed away by her. Before he could react, a harsh slap headed for his handsome face.
However, he quickly grabbed her wrist and dodged, Bo Fengheng raised an eyebrow, staring at her furiously defeated face. His lips curved into a casual yet ambiguously teasing smile, "Still as wild, hmm?"
Obviously, her act in his room last night was all fake.
Still not admitting it, hmm?
"Let me go." Mu Yin's wrist turned red yet she still couldn't struggle free, she felt not only angry but also an unprecedented sense of grievance, her eyes inevitably moistened.
