Lu Ziheng's brows furrowed before he turned to look at the phone on the bedside table.
"Speak!" Ran Yu raised her voice sharply.
Just as Lu Ziheng reached for the phone, she suddenly got up, grabbed it, and was about to throw it.
But Lu Ziheng's hand was faster.
He swiftly caught her hand, effortlessly retrieved the phone, and while controlling her in his arms, he said in a deep voice, "Stop it!"
"I will make a fuss! I will!" Ran Yu, infuriated by his attitude, yelled, "Let me go, you bastard! Don't you touch me!"
With a frown, Lu Ziheng simply raised his hand, operating the phone.
The next second...
"Hiss!"
Lu Ziheng suddenly let out a suppressed grunt.
Ran Yu bit his finger with her mouth, like an angry little beast, gnawing while staring at him defiantly with those cat-like eyes.
