At the door of the room, Han Yi circled Han Jiaojiao in his arms, wanting a goodnight kiss.
Han Jiaojiao felt this was too bold. The thought that there were still others in the house who might see... made her uncomfortably embarrassed.
But as soon as she revealed a slight hint of resistance, Han Yi's attitude became suddenly forceful, and his kiss carried a compelling intent, as if trying to prove something.
Han Jiaojiao felt some pain, but she didn't dare to resist any further, simply enduring it silently.
It wasn't until she tasted the salty tang of blood that Han Yi finally let her go.
His eyes, once filled with a harsh energy, finally cleared up, and Han Yi gently caressed Han Jiaojiao's swollen lips, "… Brother was wrong, does it hurt?"
