"You were so cocky just now, Little Yaoyao. Why've you stopped?" As Zhou Fan spoke, Chen Yao could even smell the cigarette he had just smoked. She instinctively turned her face away, only for Zhou Fan to forcefully grab her chin.
"Don't squirm, you hear me?" Zhou Fan said with a wicked grin. At that moment, it was as if the carefree, unrestrained playboy from years past had returned.
"Zhou Fan, let me go! I was wrong!" Chen Yao didn't dare to look directly into Zhou Fan's eyes. She was afraid that if she did, this version of him would make her fall completely.
"Let you go? Where to?" As he spoke, Zhou Fan gave her a provocative kiss. His left hand, however, settled on her waist and began to roam…
"Mmph... You... you bastard! You're bullying me!" Feeling his hand's transgression and smelling the lingering scent of tobacco, Chen Yao was overcome with shame and anger. She stopped trying to get away. A misty sheen of tears welled up in her beautiful eyes as she furiously cursed him.
