His voice was like a clear mountain spring, rendered even more melodious and moving because he intentionally softened it, echoing in the tight space of the back compartment with a captivating charm.
But for Jian Anning, his teasing had long since become ineffective. At this moment, she only felt the discomfort of being teased.
The two of them sat in the back seat, and though it was designed like a motorhome, Jian Anning was originally seated in a small corner by the door. When Yu Zexiao leaned his tall frame towards her, her space was instantly compressed significantly. She could only slowly move back.
She was thoroughly fed up with his sometimes brutal, sometimes teasing demeanor. She was a person, not a pet, not some little dog he could play with when he was pleased and take his anger out on when he wasn’t.
Furthermore, she wouldn’t let him oppress her without restraint under the guise of being a celebrity anymore. As long as he didn’t provoke her, she didn’t care what he did!
She dodged back, trying her best to avoid his gaze, and said coldly, "That’s your business. As long as you don’t make a scene in front of the media, and don’t let things get out of hand, I can’t force you not to socialize with others."
"Is that so?" Yu Zexiao continued to move forward, forcing her body to keep retreating, retreating, until her back was pressed against the car door.
The temperature inside the car was controlled at 22 degrees Celsius, and she had already taken off her suit jacket, wearing only a thin white shirt, leaning against the cold car window. But she couldn’t feel cool at all.
Because the man in front of her was like fire, stirring the air around them, making her feel as if she was about to combust!
"I, you......" She kept dodging until she was cornered into the smallest space and could no longer even hold her breath to maintain a distance from him. That’s when she extended her hand, pushing against his chest which continually moved forward, "Stop squeezing forward. You have so much space on your side."
"Is that so?" He suddenly curved his lips into a smile, his thin lips forming a seductive arc, like a new moon in the sky, "But why do I feel...... that it’s emptier by your side?"
"Yu Zexiao!" Jian Anning suddenly broke free and abruptly stood up, but she forgot she was inside a vehicle. As she stood, she immediately hit her head, causing tears to well up in her eyes. While rubbing her head, she glared at him angrily, "Go on then! I don’t care how many women you find! The best will be ’yan shou huan fei’, changing one every day! I hope you get scolded by the company, hated by the fans, and tarnish your reputation completely, so I don’t have to stay by your side anymore!"
Yu Zexiao’s eyes, which had been dreamy just moments ago, now became exceptionally sharp: "Do you really hate me that much?"
Jian Anning had no desire to argue with him about these issues: "Yu Zexiao, if you want to assert your presence, there’s no need to do it in front of me! I admit you’re very handsome, a great singer with lots of fans, and your agency dotes on you. I also know that you’ve always looked down on me, always felt that I wasn’t good enough for you. This makes me feel...... extremely annoyed! And it’s very tasteless!"
The more Yu Zexiao listened to her speak, the sharper his eyes became, and his face turned increasingly dark!
He understood her meaning all too well. In plain terms, she just didn’t like him getting close to her!