Outside, the wind suddenly picked up, tree shadows swaying gracefully, brewing a spring rain.
Shi Sui wasn’t tall enough, her neck craned back until it ached, humming as she kept dodging.
Yan Tingli got annoyed and lifted her with one hand.
Her cartoon slippers dropped to the floor with a “thud.”
Mrs. Yan’s room was right downstairs, and Shi Sui trembled in fright.
Her misty eyes panicked as she pushed against him.
Her jaw was gripped and forced straight, roughly, only allowed to face him: “Look, I’m kissing you.”
Yan Tingli’s hand directly went through her cardigan, his fingers especially cold, and she couldn’t escape.
Shi Sui’s eyes reddened from anger.
She wanted to curse him recklessly.
The curse reached her throat when Yan Tingli leaned close, his breath tickling past her earlobe: “Shh.”
“Mom might hear.”
Whimper.
Instantly defeated.
“Sui Sui chose to stay home herself, didn’t she?”
“I didn’t choose… mmph!”
Unfortunately, her body was more practiced than she was, and her words were insincere.
“…Gentle, be gentle.”
“Don’t pinch.”
Shi Sui was held on the small sofa in the bedroom.
The wind grew stronger, the window not properly closed, howling as it rushed in.
Yan Tingli stared at her, his expression excessively cold, but his hands’ actions weren’t restrained at all.
In the second before Shi Sui was about to cry out, he withdrew his hand to cover her impending scream.
“Quietly.”
“Mom is coming upstairs.”
Shi Sui’s face changed color in fright.
Yan Tingli lowered his eyes. The bedroom lights weren’t on, his brow ridge against the light.
Calmly wiping his fingers on her face.
He did such vile things, yet Shi Sui didn’t dare make a sound.
Listening intently for a while, except for the clock ticking, no footsteps were coming upstairs.
“Ah, I heard wrong.” Yan Tingli said.
Shi Sui angrily lunged forward to bite him.
Yan Tingli took the opportunity to grip her chin and kiss her.
“So much, can’t even wipe it clean.” He said, consuming what was on her face, “So sweet.”
Pervert!
Shi Sui cried out in humiliation: “I was wrong, really wrong.”
“Why are you crying?” Yan Tingli frowned slightly.
As if worried about her, though his eyes were still cold.
Yan Tingli had fair skin and high facial symmetry, giving him a refined and handsome appearance.
Truly deceptive.
Shi Sui sobbed as she wrapped her arms around his neck: “Brother Tingli, I was wrong.”
“I shouldn’t have gone sketching without telling you, shouldn’t have refused to go back with you, shouldn’t have not opened the door.”
Yan Tingli glanced at her, unmoved: “Wrong about what? We’re not even familiar.”
Shi Sui didn’t understand.
Didn’t understand why, even after softening and admitting fault, he still wasn’t appeased.
She shrank forward, trying to please him by kissing the corner of his lips.
But Yan Tingli seemed disinterested, not even bothering to respond.
The atmosphere was unusual.
But Shi Sui had already admitted what she should. She still didn’t know what he was angry about.
When she showed signs of retreat, Yan Tingli’s eyes finally fluctuated. His large palm pressed against the back of her head, biting from her earlobe to her cheek.