My left arm ached from his grip, and the harsh force suddenly pulled me out of Darius's hand and into his arms.
Yan Ye hugged my back tightly and held my head, not giving me any chance to break free.
The cold wind blew away all the warmth in his arms. Through the thin shirt, we could feel each other's body temperature.
As I got closer to Yan Yeyi, I realized that the soothing smell of green tea in the past was replaced by the smell of tobacco and alcohol.
He hugged me very tightly, his chest was close to his heart, and the beating heart seemed to be trembling.
I put my arms around his back and hugged him with all my heart for the last time.
Yan Yeyi felt my hug, he trembled and held his breath
Yan Yeyi, I was the one yelling at you for playing with me, so it’s appropriate for you to respond like this.
Whether it's your angry words or the real truth, I will never use "it's okay" to deal with it, because... I care, I care about every word and every sentence you say, I care about you hurting me.
"Don't worry, I will never forgive you again, not in this life." I stretched my neck, leaned close to his ear, bit my lip, endured the excruciating pain, and whispered harshly.
My hands slid down his back, and I stood there coldly, letting him hug me for as long as I could
Yan Yeyi relaxed me, but did not push me away from his arms, as if he was struggling with something.
He suddenly bit my earlobe. The bite was painful, as if the skin had been broken. He stretched out the tip of his tongue and gently licked the painful wound.
His breath hit my ears, making me stiffen
His soft lips kissed my earlobe
Like a hungry vampire, greedily sucking my hot earlobes
Yan Yeyi, what is he doing? Why is his inexplicable behavior worrying? Blood, he is sucking my blood.
He was kissing my ear so earnestly that I even felt his body temperature getting cold, and his breathing was slow and gentle, and I could barely feel his breath.
I stretched out my hand to push him away, but his hand was tightly grasped on my shoulder. His long nails pinched my skin through my shirt.
It really hurts. He is the madman. He is an out-and-out madman.
"What right do you have to blame or forgive me? You belong to me until I have enough fun."
Yan Yeyi pursed his lower lip at my earlobe, kissed the side of my face, uttered something domineering and evil, and breathed out, as if he wanted to blow the words into my ears.