Wen Yi had heard the words "I don't like you" from Young Master Shen's mouth countless times already.
Although it cut through his heart like a knife each time he heard it, it seemed that over time the pain had dulled, replaced mostly by anger.
"Do you think just because you don't like me, I would let you off so easily?"
Accustomed to getting his way, he never cared for the time or place when he desired something.
So, no sooner had his words fallen than he leaned down and fiercely kissed Wen Yi's lips.
Caught off guard, Wen Yi found herself being kissed by him. She instinctively struggled, but couldn't escape his iron grip.
He was like a crazed lion that had spotted its prey, with an exclusivity that only knew to dominate and possess.
Wen Yi struggled for a moment, realizing she couldn't break free, so she simply stopped resisting and let him kiss her dominantly, motionless.
A sourness welled up in her chest, and tears quietly slid down her cheeks from the corners of her eyes.