Instinctively, she opened her mouth to breathe.
Yue Feng's grip was just right—causing her unbearable pain but not cutting off all her air, though she still struggled to breathe.
Her delicate, pretty face flushed bright red.
A cold, merciless voice came from above her head.
"Today, Shang Haohao finally shows how shameless you are—taking advantage of my drunkenness to sneak into my bed."
"...I... didn't..." Shang Haohao struggled to speak, clawing desperately at Yue Feng's hand, but his strength was impossible to pry away.
"You didn't? Then what's all this?"
Yue Feng's icy voice was laced with extreme fury, a rage more intense than he'd ever shown before.
This woman dared to repeatedly test his limits.
Without the slightest hesitation, Yue Feng cruelly yanked off the blanket covering Shang Haohao.
Completely disregarding whether or not she was exposed.
