"Now that you know, don't provoke anyone else again," Li Mochan said, holding her hand tightly, his gaze deep as he looked at her.
"Otherwise..."
"Otherwise what?" Ye Jiuliang asked with interest.
A sly smile suddenly pulled at the corners of Li Mochan's thin lips, his large hand pressed against the back of her head, forcing her closer.
Her rosy lips were forcibly sealed with a hint of punishment.
"Li Mochan..."
Her words shattered, and Ye Jiuliang's eyes, slightly narrowed, suddenly widened, like a startled deer.
"Thump, thump..."
At the stairwell, the silence was terrifying, the only sound that faint heartbeat.
Ye Jiuliang came to her senses, her eyes turning frosty as she bit down hard.
A faint taste of blood spread, lingering at the tip of her nose.
She pushed with her hand, and Li Mochan took a step back.
In the dim light, his thin lips were stained with specks of blood.
Bright crimson, enchantingly beautiful.