She was so shocked that she tried to retreat from the man's legs, but his bloody hand grabbed her chin, "Song Zhixing, I can allow you to fool around in front of me. But I don't allow you to fool around in front of me for other men!"
Song Zhixing's breathing became tense and he could smell the pungent smell of blood coming from his fingertips.
The two people were so close to each other. Apart from the smell of blood, there was also the smell of red wine on his body mixed with the sharp scent of mint, which made Song Zhixing feel dangerous.
She trembled in her heart, looking at the man's stern face, and after a while she managed to find her voice, "I... I'm not fooling around, I've thought it through, I want to go back with my aunt. I'm not a member of your Tang family..."
His voice was trembling, but every word was firm.
A gloomy dark light flashed across Tang Yu's eyes.
This little thing really wanted to break free from him and leave his world! In fact, it didn't just want to stay away from him, but wanted to sever all ties with him!
She... really hates herself that much
"Without my approval, you can't go anywhere, not even to your Song family! So, give up those fantasies as soon as possible." Tang Yu's eyes were like a sword that could pierce through her, and the corners of his lips were raised with coldness, "Don't you think I never respect you? This time, why do you think your wishes are so important?"
This man is so hateful that it is almost outrageous.
He was overbearing and arrogant, so high and mighty, like a local king, who made people submit to him. In his world, she might be a puppet without thoughts, and he would not allow her to go west when he pointed east.
For so many years, it has been like this...
Song Zhixing had had enough, so he was no longer afraid. He sneered, "It doesn't matter if you don't respect my wishes. I still have two legs. I'm going to find my aunt now. Second uncle, unless you can break my legs! Oh, and..."
At this point, she bit her lip, pulled down Tang Yu's hand that was resting on her chin, and seemed a little nervous. She spoke again with a little more caution in her voice, "I'll let my aunt settle all the money I've spent on my second uncle over the years."
The veins on Tang Yu's forehead were bulging.
This girl actually dared to come and settle accounts with him!
After Song Zhixing finished speaking, she looked at Tang Yu's face again. In fact, she was scared. She didn't dare to stay any longer and stood up to leave. However, before she took a step, she was grabbed by Tang Yu again. There was a piece of glass embedded in his palm, and this pull also scratched Song Zhixing's hand.
She cried out in pain and frowned, but before she could react, the next moment, she felt the world spinning.
She was thrown heavily onto the sofa behind her, with the back of her head hitting the backrest of the sofa.
Tang Yu stood in front of her and pulled the silk tie around his neck. His movements were elegant and beautiful, but also frightening. The diamond buttons on the cuffs of his shirt shone brightly under the bizarre lights, making his face look even gloomier.
Everyone around him understood this time—Master Tang was furious! This little girl was simply courting death!
Everyone moved to the side without leaving a trace, for fear of being implicated.
Song Zhixing stared at Tang Yu like this, alarm bells rang in her mind, she choked, and struggled to stand up again. But, the next second, the tall figure of the man suddenly leaned down, with a heavy shadow, covering her tightly.
"You... what are you going to do?!" Song Zhixing screamed, her fingers tensed, her fingertips almost digging into the sofa under her. She was about to stand up, but she immediately stepped back in shock and fell onto the sofa, with the back of her head pressed tightly against the sofa.
This time, I got too close...
Much closer than in the car this afternoon...
She could clearly feel his heavy breathing, the heat and strength of a man's body...
and…
She was so frightened that her voice was shaking, but he had no intention of stepping back and keeping a distance. Instead, he kept getting closer.
When the tip of the man's nose was about to touch hers, she took a deep breath, blushed and turned her face away. Why did he get so close? This posture, this distance, was not suitable for them at all.
This made her feel genuinely scared, and even inexplicably ashamed...
After all, he is the elder and she is the younger.
"Are you afraid of me?" Tang Yu asked in a low voice, with a hint of bitterness in his deep and sexy voice. However, at this moment, Song Zhixing, who had already lost his composure, could not sense it at all.
"I..." She wanted to say something, her lips moved for a long time but she couldn't utter a complete sentence.
Tang Yu turned her face around and let her eyes look directly at him. They were so close that his lips were just within reach. If she tilted her head slightly, she could almost touch them.
Song Zhixing didn't dare to move and shrank back in embarrassment.
The fear in her eyes was like a knife cutting through his heart - there, like his hand at this moment, was injured.
"I've never been a good-tempered person, so don't provoke me again and again." He pinched her chin, his tone was a cold warning and an ultimatum, "I'm afraid you can't bear the consequences."
When he spoke, he also leaned very close. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, his cold thin lips brushed against her chin. Song Zhixing bit her lips hard, forcing herself not to feel the softness of his lips. She was frightened and afraid, and dared not breathe heavily.
Consequences? What will the consequences be
She didn't dare to think too much, but she also knew that it was not something she could challenge casually.
However, I don’t know if it’s my illusion, but tonight Tang Yu doesn’t seem to treat me like an elder treats a younger person.
Yes, no elder would get so close to me when talking...
Before she could figure it out or ask any more questions, Tang Yu had already pulled away and stood up.
The heavy pressure like a mountain suddenly retreated, but Song Zhixing was still slumped on the sofa, and he had not come back to his senses for a long time.
"Second Master, are you leaving?"
"I'll take you there."
Tang Yuren had already gone out, and the group followed him respectfully.
Song Zhixing leaned on the sofa, and could only see that tall figure, surrounded by people, getting farther and farther away from him...
This man was actually so dazzling and had such a strong presence. Even among so many people, he was definitely the most eye-catching one.
But this cannot erase his hateful nature.
Song Zhixing finally found the strength to sit up straight. He couldn't help but think of the scene of Tang Yu being so close to him just now, and his fingers couldn't help but stroke his chin.
He... actually touched me here!
Is there any uncle who treats his niece like this