Shen Yan raised her eyes and met the man's lustful gaze.

Without thinking, she pressed her index finger hard on his red and swollen wound, and the man couldn't help but groan.

"Yanyan."

He turned around, held the little woman's wrist and pressed her down on the sofa.

"I miss you."

"Miss you like crazy."

Sensing the strangeness there, Shen Yan's entire nerves became tense.

"Ji Hanchuan, if you dare to move again, believe it or not, I will call ...