Then, a familiar voice echoed in her ears, "You've just recovered from a cold, don't catch another one, hurry inside."
The concern in the voice made Bei Yiyi's heart tremble fiercely.
The next second, as if triggered by something, she disdainfully tore off the suit jacket and slammed it against Wu Yao's chest, unwilling to say another word to him, turning directly toward the house.
But before her hand could touch the sliding door, her waist suddenly tightened, and she was pulled into a warm, solid embrace.
Wu Yao held her, spun her around, and pinned her against the wall, preventing her from leaving his arms.
His obsidian-like eyes stared unblinkingly at the woman full of resistance and rejection on her face.
Wu Yao ignored the emotions on her face, his low and hoarse voice emerged deeply, "Yiyi, why are you avoiding me? About last time... I apologized to you, I really didn't mean to hurt you..."
