Foul Things

Commander Wen Jinkai was livid. His eyes were menacing and bleak, his fingers curled into a paling fist. His eyes snapped to the hands loosely wrapped around his woman's waist.

Was Xueyue even considered his woman when he was so indecisive with her? He could hardly tell, but his possessiveness answered with a determined 'She's mine.'

Li Xueyue unknowingly tensed at Wen Jinkai's enraged expression.

Commander Yu Zhen must've mistaken her reaction for fear because his hands tightened around her waist, his thumbs gently rubbing her sides as if he was comforting her.

Li Xueyue was confused by his reaction and attempted to fix their promiscuous position, but he held her firmly in place.

"Release her," Wen Jinkai's voice was as calm as a flowing river.

"Hmmm," Commander Yu Zhen pretended to contemplate his response. Without warning, he flexed his arms and yanked her flushed against him. The side of her face was pressed against his chest.