“Wei Anjing, can you grow some awareness and look at yourself now?” Leng Youchen exploded with anger as if all his possessions were laid bare for others to see.
The rage and displeasure made him wish to reduce all those who had seen her body to ashes and dust.
Wei Anning was shocked back to her senses by his shout.
She lifted her head and puffed out her chest, “What’s wrong with me like this?
I’m like this…”
She didn’t finish her sentence before she saw Leng Youchen staring straight at her, his eyes glowing with a green, eerie light.
She looked down and regretted it instantly; her reaction was explosive, “Ah!
Pervert, hooligan, get out, get out!”
While cursing, she grabbed the air conditioning blanket to cover herself and felt both ashamed and annoyed—it was over, she had been seen completely.
Leng Youchen wheeled over, his face dark as he glared at her, “Hooligan, pervert?”
Anning shrank her neck in defeat, wrapping herself in the blanket, turning into a cocoon-shaped bundle, and issued an icy eviction order, “Get out, this is my room.”
“Your room?” Leng Youchen snorted with derision, “This island is mine, you are mine too.
Which place can I not enter?”
Wei Anning’s face reddened with fury, her beautiful eyes wide with challenge, “I’m not yours.
I belong to myself.”
“Really?” Leng Youchen’s lips curved slightly, a hint of dangerous allure shimmering in the depths of his eyes.
Anning’s scalp tingled, alarm bells ringing in her heart, and she rolled and crawled away, still wrapped in the blanket, trying to get as far from him as possible.
But before she could act, the corner of the blanket was caught by Leng Youchen.
With a strong yank, she uncontrollably tumbled back toward him.
She watched in horror as she rolled towards the edge of the bed, hurriedly closing her eyes.
The anticipated pain never came; instead, she was caught by a pair of iron arms, her world spinning until when she opened her eyes again, she found herself in an ungraceful position, sitting on Leng Youchen’s lap.
She was going to go insane!
“You, let me go!” His crisp male scent enveloped her in an instant, making even breathing exceptionally difficult.
She tried to push him away on impulse.
Leng Youchen gazed into her clear eyes, his thin lips parting slightly, a suppressed tone in his voice, “We were just discussing the issue of ownership, weren’t we?
Now let’s properly talk about it.”
“You!” Wei Anning glared up at him, as he looked down with half-closed eyes, their breaths momentarily mingling.
She paused for a few seconds, her heart racing wildly.
Leng Youchen grasped her waist with one hand to prevent her from escaping, and with the other, he gently touched her beautiful cherry-like lips, his voice husky, “Isn’t this mine?”
“It’s not…” She hadn’t finished speaking when warm lips pressed against hers.
She stared wide-eyed, incredulously at the man who was but a mere inch away.
The bastard!
After savoring her lips, Leng Youchen leisurely released her, temporarily ignoring the shocking red rashes on her face and neck.
He was addicted to bullying her—how could he miss such an excellent opportunity?
She was going to go insane!
Driven crazy by Leng Youchen!!
This bastard, what is there that he wouldn’t do?