Yvette couldn't be more flustered. She hurriedly reached out to press against Lance's chest.
Perhaps his wound was affected. Lance's eyes darkened as he frowned.
"Stop moving. That thing isn't an option now," he said calmly.
Yvette's face was as reddish as an apple, and she was so shy and irritated.
She wanted to scold him, but she was afraid that Frankie outside the door would hear her, so she could only lower her voice and glare at him while saying, "You bullied me again."
She did not know how charming she was right now with her rosy cheeks and her sweet, soft voice.
Lance felt something, and his eyes went deep.
She was right. If he weren't injured, he would have bullied her hard by now.
Yvette did not know what he was thinking. Her mind was filled with all the things that happened at the banquet today.
It was a fact that he saved her, but it was also a fact that he pushed her away...