Her action instantly enraged Shi Yu; his face darkened, and in a flash, his eyes turned stormy.
He looked at Shen Cheng and warned dangerously, "Dare to move again and see what happens."
With that, he forced her hand back into the sleeve.
His movements were rough, yet they carried an underlying gentleness within their haste.
"I don't want to wear it!"
Just as Shen Cheng was about to pull her hand out, Shi Yu suddenly leaned in, pinning her against the dining table.
His firm chest pressed tightly against her softness, his deep and cold eyes filled with a trace of fierceness, as if the next moment he would transform into a bloodthirsty and merciless leopard, ready to devour the prey before him.
The dining table was marble, and Shen Cheng, half-lying upon it, felt its cool surface rapidly lowering her body temperature, which had been gradually rising.
"Don't press down on me, it's so hot!"
