Gao Han firmly held her hand with one hand and cupped her face with the other, "What? I can't even touch you anymore? You used to adore my kisses."
Ye Ranran felt nauseous, "Gao Han, don't push me to hate you."
Her words made Gao Han laugh instead, "Hate me, I want you to hate me."
He lowered his head and kissed Ye Ranran. The long-lost sweetness made him lose control. Just as he was about to be intoxicated, the taste of blood filled his mouth.
Ye Ranran bit him hard without any hesitation, forcing Gao Han to stop because of the pain.
Blood dyed Ye Ranran's lips red. The crimson color made her face even paler.
She, fragile as a breakable rag doll, incited a desire to torment her.
Something was lurking in Gao Han's eyes.
Jun Mochan was speeding over. Ye Ranran's call went through, but it was hung up, tried again, and the phone was off.
The smile vanished from his face, his stern expression gave off an inexplicable oppressive feeling.