Chapter 121: Why Don’t You Just Fly to the Sky?

Meng Yi’er’s eyes widened in shock as the man bit and tore at her lips, his kiss filled with anger and vengeance, bringing a suffocating fear that gripped her tightly.

The pain from her lips made her struggle violently, but Yan Yichen clutched the back of her head, forcing her to endure his domineering and rough kiss.

The man’s madness frightened her even more. Meng Yi’er fought desperately, but he lifted her up with one hand supporting her waist, compelling her legs to clamp around his waist, while the other hand pressed down on her head, biting her lips like a wild beast.

Their heavy breaths mingled with the wet sounds of their lips and tongues, making the scene unbearably heated. Meng Yi’er’s face flushed crimson, a mix of shame and fear, yet she could not break free from his grip.

How could this man be so strong?

She had only gone to meet a friend, after all.

Besides, she had lied to him just so he wouldn’t worry.

His temper was truly unpredictable.

She had even rejected other men for his sake.

What more did he want?

So domineering—did he think he could conquer the heavens?

Almost suffocating under his kiss, Meng Yi’er was finally spared by Yan Yichen just before she lost her breath.

His gleaming eyes locked stubbornly onto her swollen lips, her face burning red under the light, stunningly beautiful.

He stared at her lips, reluctant to stop.

“Yan Yichen… you rogue,” she gasped.

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Panting and flushed, Meng Yi’er shouted, a mix of embarrassment and anger clouding her bright eyes, misty with tears—whether from pain or fury, she didn’t know.

“You started it!”

The man’s lips curled into a sly smile, his dark eyes fixated on her bruised lips, deep and flickering with flames.

Meng Yi’er was speechless, her small face burning red.

“You’re making excuses! How did I provoke you? You’re the one throwing a tantrum. I already told you there was a reason I went to see him, but you wouldn’t listen and just…”

Yan Yichen raised an eyebrow, his tone teasing, “And then what?”

Meng Yi’er paused, trying to trap him in her words, but she refused to let him win.

“You were so violent…”

Yan Yichen’s lips curled as his long index finger gently traced over her swollen lips. His dark eyes held a profound depth, and the skin beneath his touch was like the finest silk—irresistible.

“Tell me, why did you go to see him?”

Why would I tell you and give you the satisfaction?

I won’t.

Such an arrogant man!

But looking into the depths of his gaze, Meng Yi’er swallowed her retort, knowing when to be wise.

“Put me down first!”

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Their current position was utterly shameful. Meng Yi’er blushed and lowered her eyes, too embarrassed to meet his gaze, let alone argue with him.

She was at a total disadvantage!

Yan Yichen looked down at her hands gripping tightly onto him, her slender, fair legs wrapped around his waist—ambiguous and teasing. Petite as she was, she was completely under his control, and the sensation was overwhelmingly intoxicating.

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