"How did you meet that man!" he frowned, radiating an aura of darkness. Like Asura, his gaze was as sharp as a blade!
But who was Jian Anning? There was no way she would be intimidated by him! She shot back a glare instantly, her expression icy, "Yu Zexiao, don’t forget the three rules of our agreement!"
She had made it clear from the start that if Yu Zexiao dared to lose his temper, she wouldn’t hesitate to leave!
Where would Yu Zexiao care about that? When his temper flared, no one could calm him down! By now, he had come to regard Jian Anning as his possession, something to be kept in his mouth for fear of it being snatched away.
He might have been a simple-minded guy, but he was certainly not stupid. Situ Xuan—Yu Zexiao knew from just one look that he was not someone Jian Anning could have possibly met while working as an assistant. His gaze, although not blatantly affectionate like Lu Jiayuan’s, was unmistakably tender!
Would Situ Xuan bother to help if he didn’t have the slightest interest in Jian Anning?
Yu Zexiao possessed a sense of crisis, definitely an instinctive male intuition. However, to Jian Anning, Situ Xuan was just a man she had met twice who had helped her each time. She had no idea Situ Xuan had approached her intentionally. Plus, with her current status as a minor assistant and not remarkably beautiful, how could a wealthy and influential man like Situ Xuan possibly have designs on her? Naturally, she thought Situ Xuan was a good person.
Yu Zexiao was not her boyfriend at the time, and even if he were, he had no right to restrict her social interactions. Situ Xuan had already helped her, and she was just expressing her thanks—how did that provoke Yu Zexiao?
She mustn’t indulge his bad temper!
Immediately displeased, she frowned, "Yu Zexiao, I’ve said my piece. If you don’t trust me, there’s nothing more I can say. If you want to throw a tantrum, I will—mmph..."
But Yu Zexiao, without another word, impatiently sealed her protesting lips.
He looked as if he wanted to swallow her whole, practically "biting" at the corner of her lips. His sharp little canine grazed her soft lips. He also gripped her shoulders forcefully—since the last time he had left mark on her shoulders, Jian Anning had been angry with him for a long time. Because of that, this time, even in anger, he cleverly moderated his strength, not using his nails but rather pressing down with the pads of his fingers.
Though she had been the stand-in for the female second lead Zhang Ying that day and didn’t need to show her face, thus hadn’t applied makeup, when Yu Zexiao tasted her, she was still sweet and soft, like a flower petal stretching after the rain. Her lips were healthy and resilient, tender without being thin, and his ragged breaths fell between her neck and collarbone, mingling with her faint scent and flooding his nostrils.
He was very angry— nonsense, he was a man and naturally possessed a born sense of dominance and du-zhan-yu over his territory and woman. First, there had been Lu Jiayuan looking on covetously, and now, there appeared Situ Xuan, a man of even higher status! Oh, of course, he no longer allowed Ya Jiayi to call him "Mr. Situ," instead adopting the moniker "Mr. Si."
Thanks to the generous reward from "Antarctic Meimei"~~~~~~