Zhang Yang looked at Pei Yuyan's adorable demeanor and felt a little guilty, but also found it somewhat amusing.
Nevertheless, one must spoil their beloved woman himself, and seeing Pei Yuyan pouting, Zhang Yang also took a step forward.
But as soon as he touched Pei Yuyan's shoulder, she shrugged it off and turned her head away with a proud and coquettish look.
"I don't want to talk to you right now, please don't come over and bother me," Pei Yuyan huffed.
Zhang Yang found it humorous internally; if she really didn't want to deal with him, then why bother closing the door?
To handle a fiery girl like Pei Yuyan, it seemed he had to play a bit rough.
The next second, Zhang Yang reached from behind and wrapped his arms around Pei Yuyan's soft, fragrant body, then leaned on her fragrant shoulder and whispered into her ear, "Senior sister, can't you forgive me? Please give me a chance to turn over a new leaf, okay?"
"No, get off me, don't touch me!" Pei Yuyan suddenly struggled.
