The atmosphere was incredibly awkward.
Yan Ting sat stiffly, an indescribable discomfort coursing through him.
This little woman had stirred up fire on him, yet refused to extinguish it, and even had the audacity to tease him. She needed to be disciplined.
Banxia, who had turned her petite figure to the other side, was secretly suppressing a bellyful of laughter.
Her small lips inexplicably curved upward, but constrained by the man's overbearing presence beside her, she dared not laugh aloud.
However, the occasional quiver of her slender shoulders completely betrayed her.
The moonlight streaming in through the window illuminated the room, which was already dark after the lights had been turned off, leaving it fairly bright.
Yan Ting's eyes darkened further and further. Suddenly, his large hand reached out once more.
With an almost domineering and forceful motion, he pulled her petite frame back into his embrace.
