The darker and more frightening shadow shone on Jiang Xiaoyu. She had already reached the bedside and had no way to retreat. Just now she pretended to be calm. At this time, she began to feel panic and fear.

His dangerous breath approached her face, and in the faint moonlight he saw the light in his eyes, with anger and indifference.

"You... Why..." She clasped her hands against his chest unconsciously, like pushing him aside, and her voice contained an invisible tremor.

Xu Yiyang has no patience to continue playing word games with her. He holds her arms in both hands and pushes her directly to the bed. He also...