Chapter 13

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Wen Ning was shocked. She turned around and felt herself being pulled into his arms.

His masculine scent intoxicated Wen Ning instantly. Yan Heng was the one who had drunk too much, but why was she the one feeling dizzy now?

His firm chest gave her the urge to lean on it and never leave.

However, Wen Ning still wanted to push Yan Heng away. This annoying fellow suddenly became so gentle. It was really unbearable!

Yan Heng smiled. He held Wen Li’s waist with one hand and pinched Wen Li’s chin with the other. “If you don’t say anything, I’ll take it that you’ve agreed!”

With that, Yan Heng fiercely kissed Wen Ning’s lips.

Wen Li’s eyes widened. This was supposed to be a warm moment, but because of her shocked expression, it seemed a little ridiculous.

When had she agreed? She felt indignant that she wasn’t able to say anything since Yan Heng had literally gagged her.

Wen Ning wanted to protest against Yan Heng’s unreasonable behavior, but she couldn’t say a word. Her entire mouth was invaded by Yan Heng. Even as she tried resisting, she could not overcome the onslaught from his tongue.

Wen Ning only resisted for a while before she completely fell into it. She seemed to have lost her ability to think. This feeling seemed very comfortable.

She only had a blurry memory of that night four years ago, but that feeling was long gone. Could this be considered her first kiss while she was conscious?

She closed her eyes and was about to surrender to this feeling when she felt a pair of large hands feeling up her chest! Wen Ning’s eyes widened again and she placed her hand on the pair of large hands.

“Ah! Damn it!” Yan Heng felt his tongue being bitten by Wen Ning. The intense pain made him take a step back.

However, he immediately felt Wen Ning grabbing his hand tightly. Just as he thought she was pulling him back into her embrace, he seemed to have been hurled off.

Bang!

Yan Heng was thrown onto the ground by Wen Ning.

Before Yan Heng could react, Wen Ning had already stood beside him and kicked him hard in the stomach.

“Ow, damn it!”

Yan Heng hugged his stomach with a pained expression.

Wen Ning wiped her lips. There was still a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth—it was Yan Heng’s. She looked at Yan Heng angrily. “Stinky hooligan!”

With another kick, Wen Ning grabbed her bag and left.

“Hehe… Hehehehe…” Yan Heng, who was lying on the ground, could not help but laugh out loud. Looking at the door that was slammed heavily by Wen Ning, Yan Heng turned around and sat up.

He was still savoring her scent and said in an intoxicated whisper, “Woman, you can’t run!”

*

Wen Ning felt a little regretful. She should have taken Yan Heng’s car keys before she went out. Jiang Xin Villa was in the suburbs and was very far from the city center. It was night time now, and there were no taxis at this time!

Should she walk back? Or should she head back to Yan Heng’s house, grab the car keys, and leave?

Wen Ning decided would rather walk home for two hours than see that detestable face of his laughing at her!

Just as Wen Ning started walking towards the city center helplessly, a car stopped beside her.

“Pretty girl, where are you going? Do you need me to give you a lift?”