Upon hearing this, the man's forceful kiss descended again, carrying an endless hatred.
"Let me go!" Leng Yu Yan struggled vigorously, her breathing erratic, "Ye Yiheng, ugh, let me go!"
Ye Yiheng was clearly furious, his iron-grip-like hand forcefully squeezing her waist while his other hand lifted to clasp the back of her head, kissing her violently.
He restrained her forcefully, as if he wanted to press her into his body and make her a part of him, from which she could never escape.
He kissed her so fiercely and mercilessly, leaving her no chance to breathe, as if he wanted to devour her.
Her lips, which he had bitten through earlier, were kissed painfully, and Leng Yu Yan struggled in vain, finally allowing the tears she had been holding back to fall.
"It hurts..."
At the sound, Ye Yiheng's frown deepened.
At the same time, her tears slipped between their pressed lips.
