"Hoo..."
At this moment, Yan Huan's towering figure seemed to weave a web that occupied all of Tong Yingying's vision. With a slight movement of her nose, she felt engulfed by his presence, even sensing his heavy breathing brushing against her cheek.
That breath felt as if it carried a thousand pounds, hammering away at Tong Yingying's mind, making her instinctively turn her head slightly to the side, just enough to see Yan Huan's trembling arm muscles.
Seeing this, Tong Yingying seemed to understand Yan Huan's current predicament.
Like a string about to snap, or a volcano on the brink of eruption, teetering on the edge of reason.
Nonetheless, Tong Yingying knew that any words spoken in such a rational state were not what she wanted to hear.
Anything about wanting her to stay away from the modifier, or the mess he's facing...
In the end, wasn't it all just rejection?!
