Ye Feng had just felt a warm flush across his cheek, as if something had stealthily brushed by, before he could collect his thoughts.
Then he heard Huang Qifei's threatening words.
Ye Feng couldn't help but sneer; he was a man who could be coaxed but not coerced, and anyone daring to threaten him had better have the guts to back it up.
Ye Feng stretched out his hand and placed it on Chu Yuhuan's waist, the soft curves of her body fitting into his hand as a woman's fragrance filled his nostrils.
As a man, holding such a woman in his arms, it would be a lie to say he wasn't moved.
He fought the tremor in his heart, forcing himself to calm down.
Ye Feng's hand continued to caress her waistline, his triumphant gaze fixed on Huang Qifei.
Seeing Ye Feng's actions, Huang Qifei exploded with rage, his breath caught in his chest, stuck, unable to go up or down.
He was about to burst with anger.