His handsome face was just inches away, and his breath was all over her face. Ye Jian's heart, which had been hanging in the air, swayed like a swing. It swayed until she panicked.
Did he want to kiss her again?
Just like before, he kissed her domineeringly.
Ye Jian's body subconsciously tensed up. Her waist was being held by him with one hand. Her skin that was pressed tightly against his palm was burning like a ball of fire. It was so hot that she wanted to escape.
Her breathing, which she had finally adjusted, quickened. The color of her neck, which was as red as rouge, darkened.
"You… Get up. I feel uncomfortable." Ye Jian said very softly, "My back feels so uncomfortable and sore."
"You won't feel sore if you lie down."
"No, I want to stand up."
