He pressed her shoulder, with one hand braced against the wall near her ear.
He enclosed her completely within his embrace.
Even though they were close, Tang Si maintained a distance between them, his face not drawn close to hers but rather quite far away.
The strong scent of tobacco from the man surrounded her, invading her nose, penetrating deep into her bones and lungs.
His peach blossom eyes stared deeply at Song Yi.
She leaned blankly against the wall, her whole body straightened, hands tightly clenched into fists against the wall.
She was nervous.
Because Tang Si's gaze was fierce and harsh, as if he wanted to devour her.
She had never seen this side of Tang Si before, both unfamiliar and frightening, a feeling of the unknown and uncontrollable.
"Did I ever tell you not to like me?" The man's voice was somewhat hoarse, with a forceful warning.
Upon hearing this, Song Yi momentarily held her breath.
