He not only didn't relax his grip, but his hand moved further down, stopping at her waist, pressing hard as their bodies pressed closer together.
Ye Ranran started to kick, her high heel stomping hard on his foot.
Laughter rang out above her head, growing louder and louder.
"Laughing at what?" Ye Ranran was annoyed.
"Had enough? If not, keep going." Fu Rong's voice carried a pampering tone, even his icy eyebrows softened.
If it were before, she would definitely think that he had feelings for her.
Indeed, there were feelings, just not the kind she imagined, and even if it were that kind, she was not the only one.
That made such feelings seem ridiculous.
Since when did Wen Cai need other's pity? And when did she need other's charity?
Either be the only one, or don't bother at all.
"Let me go," she said, no longer struggling.
Fu Rong looked down, seeing she calmed down, he loosened his grip slightly, but did not let go of her.
