Shen Cheng's actions utterly infuriated Shi Yu.
He got off her, without a word, scooped her up around the waist, strode to the bed, and threw her onto it.
Before Shen Cheng could react, he was already on top of her, his large hand grabbing her chin.
Instinct told Shen Cheng that this man was very angry right now.
His gaze was icy, his whole body exuded a dangerous aura.
"Woman, you've got quite the nerve," Shi Yu murmured in Shen Cheng's ear, with a smile that seemed bottomless, "Biting me? Don't you know that's provoking me."
"I know, and that's exactly what I wanted to do. So what?" Even in such a moment, Shen Cheng's unyielding spirit couldn't be contained.
Shi Yu's gaze was deep, like a lake with no bottom, profound and captivating.
Suddenly, he chuckled and bit down on Shen Cheng's lips.
"...Mm!!"
The sudden sharp pain made Shen Cheng want to scream, but all that came out was a low moan.
To her reaction, Shi Yu seemed quite pleased.
