If it wasn't for Ye Sihan's hand supporting her butt, she would have definitely fallen.
Still, even so, her legs trembled from weakness.
When Tang Yu had her breakdown, she felt she had no sense of shame left in front of Ye Sihan, wishing she could just disappear...
As her consciousness slowly cleared, she found herself seated back on the chair.
Tang Yu was panting against Ye Sihan's firm chest, her body still quivering slightly.
"You... let go of me..." Tang Yu was dissatisfied, trying to climb off him.
Ye Sihan held her tightly, dominant and possessive.
He lifted her face, his dark eyes compelling, "Done?"
"You're too much..."
"I can be even more so," Ye Sihan held her face, his thin lips taking possession of her unexpectedly vulnerable mouth—
"Mmph!" At first, Tang Yu struggled only slightly, but upon realizing what Ye Sihan had just done with his mouth, she pushed him away in horror.
Her two tender little feet were also trying to help.