Wei Xi stared at Chen Pingchuan's back, her eyes red with frustration. She balled her hand into a fist and pounded it heavily against him.
The blow made Chen Pingchuan lurch forward, his steps faltering for a moment. But he quickly regained his balance as if nothing had happened and continued to leisurely savor the pastry in his hand. His relaxed, unbothered demeanor was infuriating to behold.
Wei Xi felt a throbbing ache deep in her lower body, like fine needles pricking her nerves again and again. Clenching her teeth, she glared at Chen Pingchuan's broad, sturdy back. The sight of his smooth, firm muscles only made the fury inside her burn hotter.
Suddenly, as if driven by some unseen force, she lowered her head and bit down hard on his back.
HISS...
