Si Han's eyes darkened.
"Kiss me." Unlike Ruan Baoer's way of acting like a spoiled kid while carrying with it a trace of pleading, Fu Ya's voice was hoarse and sexy, carrying with it a faint command.
From the corner of his eye, Si Han looked at the young girl who had turned pale. He sighed in his heart and pinched Fu Ya's chin with two fingers.
"Who is begging who now?"
"I'm begging you."
Fu Ya pressed down her hand, which was on his neck, and presented her charming red lips.
Si Han complemented her actions and supported her body. Fu Ya went with the flow and jumped up to wrap her snow-white thighs around his waist.
Ruan Baoer witnessed this passionate scene in a daze, and her body turned cold.
She wanted to stop them, but she wasn't qualified to do so.