He Zhenxin was startled by He Mengxue's scream, and just as she wanted to peek out, she was pulled back into Li Yanan's embrace.
Separated by the wardrobe door, it felt as if they were in two different worlds.
He Mengxue only felt something soft and fluffy jump onto her face, scaring her into stepping back repeatedly.
Her high heel turned awkwardly, and she fell clumsily onto the floor, a sharp pain coming from her tailbone.
He Zhenxin didn't see this process; Li Yanan had her completely in his arms, and her mouth felt numb from his kisses, but he still showed no intention of letting her go.
Does this man have a case of skin hunger?
The thought had just flashed through her mind before she forcefully pushed him away.
She panted heavily, not missing the brief flash of malice in Li Yanan's eyes.
"Are you okay?" Ignoring everything else, He Zhenxin hurriedly ran to He Mengxue's side, but before she could get close, He Mengxue slapped her hand away harshly.
