Wei Anning was truly furious; she opened her mouth and bit him. The man winced in pain but refused to retreat. Wei Anning cursed her own weakness.
Although she was extremely angry in her heart, her body's reaction was embarrassingly honest. In her extreme anger, she reached out and pinched his injured back.
Leng Youchen, in pain, broke out in a cold sweat and released her immediately.
Wei Anning staggered back several steps, wiping the taste of blood from her lips, and glared at him viciously, "Leng Youchen, unless you explain clearly, you're not allowed to kiss me!"
Leng Youchen's handsome face turned pale, feeling the wound on his back split open again. He tightly pressed his thin lips together, her sweet scent still lingering. He cursed under his breath, "The most venomous is a woman's heart, are you trying to murder your husband?"
"Don't change the subject!" Wei Anning was so angry, she was about to scream.
