The rather spacious restroom was suddenly filled with a chaotic breath.
Zhuo Jian's lips hurt from his kisses, her nose felt sour, and she couldn't even hum.
Fu Yanye's kisses were almost uncontrollable, and his hands roamed her body without restraint.
As Zhuo Jian caught his hand and looked up for a kiss on her neck, she finally managed to speak, "Fu Yanye, don't touch me; you were just with Lin Ruxiang last night."
"So what if I was with Lin Ruxiang last night? I want you right now."
Fu Yanye truly disliked her misunderstandings and couldn't help but deliberately provoke her.
Hearing this, Zhuo Jian angrily pushed him. When he momentarily made eye contact with her, she raised her hand to hit him but in the next second, he firmly caught her wrist.
"What's the matter? Don't want to? Too bad you can't resist."
With that, Fu Yanye lifted her off the counter.
Zhuo Jian was uncooperative on his body, twisting and turning.
