Why do you like my woman?

Yin Yin dodged backward. She could clearly feel Feng Yan's hot breath on her face when he spoke, and it was itchy like a feather.

However, Feng Yan did not allow her to avoid him. He grabbed the back of her head with his strong palm and forced her to touch his nose.

"Let me go!"

The familiar yet foreign breath made Yin Yin both embarrassed and annoyed. She tried to push Feng Yan away, but he caught her hand.

Feng Yan ruthlessly scratched her palm with his fingers, causing his little face to burn.

"I'm asking if you think my chopsticks are dirty?"

Feng Yan did not plan to let Yin Yin off so easily. This woman was the only one other than valiant song that he did not dislike touching.

"I don't!" Yin Yin said in a hoarse voice.

Her voice was trembling. Other than that night, she had never been so close to a man.

Feng Xi was just teasing her, but she wasn't as evil as Feng Yan.

"Then you won't mind this either?"