"What do you think you're doing?" Xiong Jingfei tried moving her head away, but her neck was locked in place by Yang Zheyan's determined hand.
"I'm doing what should have done from the start." Yang Zheyan immediately tightens his grip around her waist and neck. "Didn't you say you would love this more than anything?"
Yang Zheyan purposely took his time inching closer and closer to her face. He could feel her back tensing up even though she was putting on a strong front.
"T-the contract! You signed that you wouldn't touch me." Xiong Jingfei instinctively closed her eyes. "This is one of them."
Yang Zheyan backed away but had a hint of a satisfied smirk. In his arms, he didn't let her go but put her in a standing position next to him. He looked over at the people that were still staring at them, anticipating what was going to happen next.