At this moment, Qin Yu resembled a pig not afraid of scalding water; Su Ziyan was so angry that smoke seemed to be billowing from her throat!
Su Ziyan reached out and pushed Qin Yu, who reacted quickly this time, waking up from his sleep in a blink and grabbing her small hand.
Her small hand was soft and seemingly boneless, feeling very nice to the touch, and Qin Yu fondled it several times, with a face full of rapture.
"You filthy rogue, let go of me!"
Su Ziyan was almost furious to death by Qin Yu. It was only the first day, and this filthy rogue was already handsy; how on earth would she manage the days ahead?
Moreover, to make the act convincing, she had to let this filthy rogue move into her house.
What if this rogue got forceful? What was she, a weak woman, supposed to do?
