Chapter 25: Tit for Tat (1)

"Hey—"

As Meng Yier approached the man, she grabbed his arm, trying to rouse him.

"Hey, are you alright?"

Yan Yichen, who had only meant to rest for a moment, didn’t expect to fall asleep—let alone wake to someone suddenly clutching his hand.

He jolted awake, his eyes snapping open. Instinctively, both hands seized Meng Yier’s slender wrists, pinning her with a swift, reflexive grip.

"Ah—!" Startled by the man’s sudden awakening, Meng Yier’s face blanched with fear, and she cried out.

Before she could react, the man had already subdued her, restraining her hands.

"It’s you—"

Recognizing the person before him, a fleeting, almost imperceptible joy flickered in the depths of Yan Yichen’s eyes, as dark and cold as a deep pool.

"You—what are you doing here?"

What’s going on? Hasn’t this girl always avoided him like the plague? Why had she come to him of her own accord today?

Meng Yier stared in astonishment at the man’s handsome, perplexed face, her eyes wide with disbelief. "Why is it you?" she gasped.

How could it be that pervert?

That beautiful voice, that perfect body—it turned out to belong to this man.

She thought back to her recent infatuation with that voice, and felt she’d wasted all her emotions.

"I—"

"You—"

Both spoke at once, equally surprised, studying each other in disbelief.

Meng Yier’s gaze fell upon the man’s features, so exquisite as to be almost unearthly; his bare, well-defined chest and abs, the damp, slightly curled hair—so different from his usual, fully armored appearance. As she looked, her cheeks suddenly flushed and she dropped her head.

Yan Yichen noticed the faint blush on her face, her damp hair, the thin cotton pajamas clinging to her body, revealing her perfect curves. Her full chest rose and fell, whether from anger or nervousness he could not tell.

A ripple of desire stirred within him, his sharp eyes darkening.

Meng Yier saw his intense gaze fixed on her, and her face grew even redder. Angry and embarrassed, she shouted, "You scoundrel! Where are you looking? Let me go—"

Yan Yichen’s grip on her hands tightened. "Scoundrel?"

Pain shot through Meng Yier’s arm, causing her delicate brows to knit. "You’re hurting me—"

Yan Yichen narrowed his deep-set eyes, a seductive smile tugging at his lips. "Since you insist on calling me a scoundrel, I suppose I can’t let your title go to waste. Now, let me show you what a scoundrel truly is."

He released her hands, one hand holding her head in place, the other lifting her delicate chin. Suddenly, he leaned in, his lips covering her soft, rosy ones, claiming her sweetness with dominating force.

Before Meng Yier could process his words, his lips were already upon hers, stealing her breath.

"Mmm—"

Meng Yier was terrified, her wide eyes staring at his handsome face just inches from hers. His hot breath brushed her cheek, sending a tingling sensation through her skin.

The strange thrill jolted her back to her senses, and she began to struggle.

His kiss was fierce, possessive, his tongue entwining with hers, refusing to let her escape. She felt dizzy, her head spinning. "Let me go—"

Ignoring her resistance, Yan Yichen’s agile tongue slipped into her mouth, playing with her soft tongue.

Meng Yier fought desperately, but couldn’t break free from his grip. Humiliated and angry, tears welled up in her eyes.

Suddenly, a sly glint flashed in her eyes as she looked at his enraptured face.

"Ah—!"

A sharp pain on his lips brought Yan Yichen back to his senses. He frowned, releasing her.

Meng Yier glared fiercely at the impertinent man before her.

He was unspeakably handsome, though his face was a little pale, his hair damp and curling, his physique strong and lean. Blood beaded on his sensuous lips, making him appear almost otherworldly.

Such a perfect man was like a gift from the creator.

And more than that—he possessed a singing voice that could drive people mad with longing.

Meng Yier’s gaze grew complicated as she stared, dazed, at the man before her. Suddenly, her heart began to pound even faster.