Ye Zhiding subconsciously looked around, but there was no familiar figure of Han Yi.
But she still cautiously asked the boy next to her.
Song Tingxuan chuckled: "I won't tell you that there is an auction on the cruise ship tonight, and my cousin is also here."
Ye Zhiding: "..."
He stood up from Song Tingxuan's arms with a groan and looked around.
"Woman, are you looking for me?"
Behind him, Ye Zhiding was startled because he hadn't seen anyone there just a second ago.
But this time she could feel it. Han Yi's cold hands had already clasped her shoulders.
Ye Zhiding turned around and said angrily, "Are you a ghost?"
Song Tingxuan obviously did not expect that his cousin would actually appear now. He stood aside awkwardly, his red head hanging down: "Cousin, you are here."
Han Yi only responded lightly, then suddenly exerted his strength to hold Ye Zhiding in his arms.
Ye Zhiding felt like his waist was about to be cut off by this rough man.
He wanted to scream, but was caught off guard by the sudden kiss on his lips.
His lips, like his hands, were cold and without any warmth.
But it felt unusually comfortable. Ye Zhiding stared blankly at the man hugging him and kissing him, frowning.
The two people's actions were too flamboyant and attracted the attention of many people.
Some even whistled like gangsters.
For a moment, Ye Zhiding's pretty face turned red and she wanted to avoid it.
It's just that Han Yi didn't know what medicine he took tonight, but he was so overbearing that he didn't allow her to refuse.
The deep and lingering kiss made Ye Zhiding feel like she was suffocating.
All strength was deprived of her, and she could only hold his neck weakly, finding the only support.
…
Song Tingxuan stood aside quietly. Even he didn't notice that his fists were clenched.
Inside, there was an urge to push Han Yi away.
But he knew that he couldn't, because that man was none other than his most beloved cousin.
Silently, he turned around, the red-haired boy put on the jacket on the sofa and disappeared.
Han Yi curled his lips and finally let go of the woman in his arms.
He looked thoughtfully at Song Tingxuan as he left, feeling irritated and impatient.
"Woman, tell me, you and Xuan have been together all this time. What have you done?"
Han Yi dragged Ye Zhiding to the sofa nearby.
Her eyes were blurred, and her delicate lips had become red and swollen under his cruelty.
Han Yi's voice was too cold, different from before.
He replied almost subconsciously: "No."
After saying that, she seemed to have finally come to her senses, "Fuck, it's none of your business what I did to him."
"Let me go!" After Ye Zhiding said this, he tried to break free from Han Yi's hold.
The woman's subconscious answer obviously satisfied Han Yi, but it was still too dazzling to think of the scene where the two hugged each other just now.
"I heard what you were talking to him just now. You said something about me."
Call him domineering, call him rough, huh, Han Yi has never been a gentle person.
Ye Zhiding stopped struggling and lowered his head, "You heard it and why don't you come and ask me."
Her voice was low, and for the first time, she lowered her head towards him like a child who had done something wrong.
Han Yi suddenly felt that his mood had improved. Damn it, when had this woman been able to control his emotions?
"Tonight, you stay by my side." His voice was cold, but not like before. Instead, he seemed to be hiding something.