One Thousand One Hundred and Eighty Playing Forbidden Love? (I)

She was so shocked that she wanted to retreat from the man's legs, but his bloody hand pinched 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 was tight, and he could smell the pungent smell of blood from his fingertips.

The two of them were so close, in addition to the smell of blood, there was also the smell of red wine on his body mixed with the sharp mint scent, which made Song Zhixing feel dangerous.

She trembled in her heart, looking at the man's cold face, and it took her a long time to find her voice, "I... I'm not fooling around, I have thought it through, I want to go back with my aunt. I'm not a member of your Tang family..."

The voice was a little trembling, but every word was firm.

A dark light flashed across Tang Yu's eyes.

This little thing really wants to break free from him and leave his world! Even, not just stay away, but want to clear all ties with him!

She... really hates herself so much?

"Without my nod, you can't go anywhere, even to your Song family! So, get rid of those fantasies as soon as possible." Tang Yu's eyes were like a sharp sword that could penetrate her, and the corners of his lips were raised, full of 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 is domineering and arrogant, so high and mighty, like a king, who makes people submit to him. In his world, she may be a puppet without thoughts, and he will not allow her to go west if he points east.

For so many years, it has been like this...

Song Zhixing had enough, so she was no longer afraid. She 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! By the way, there is..."

Speaking of this, she bit her lip and pulled down Tang Yu's hand on her chin. She seemed a little nervous. When she spoke again, her voice was a little more cautious, "I will let my aunt settle all the money I spent on my second uncle over the years."

The veins on Tang Yu's forehead were stretched out.

This girl actually dared to 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.

She stood up and was about to leave. However, before she took a step, she was grabbed by Tang Yu again. There was still 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 she didn't react. The next moment, she felt dizzy.

She was thrown heavily onto the sofa behind her. The back of her head hit the sofa.

Tang Yu stood in front of her and pulled the silk tie around his neck. His movements were elegant and beautiful, but frightening. The diamond buttons on the cuffs of his shirt shone brightly under the bizarre lights, making his face look even gloomier.

Others around him saw clearly this time - Mr. Tang was furious! This little girl was simply courting death!

Everyone moved aside inconspicuously, fearing that they would be implicated.

Song Zhixing stared at Tang Yu like this, and alarm bells rang in her mind. She choked and struggled to get up again. But, the next second, the tall figure of the man suddenly leaned down, with a heavy shadow, densely covering her.

"What...what are you going to do?!" Song Zhixing screamed, her fingers tensed, and her fingertips almost dug into the sofa under her. She was about to stand up, but she was so startled that she immediately stepped back and fell on the sofa, with the back of her head pressed tightly against the sofa.

This time, he was too close...

He was much closer than when they were in the car this afternoon...

She could clearly feel his heavy breathing, the heat and strength of his body belonging to a man...

And...

She was so startled that her voice was trembling, but he had no intention of stepping back and keeping a distance, but was still getting closer.

When the tip of the man's nose was about to touch hers, she took a deep breath and turned her face away with a blushing face. Why did he get so close? This posture and this distance were not suitable for them at all.

This made her feel scared from the bottom of her heart, and even had an inexplicable sense of shame...

After all, he was the elder and she was the younger.

"Are you afraid of me?" Tang Yu asked softly, 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 feel 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 made her look straight at him. They were so close, his lips were just within reach. As long as 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 pulling across his heart - there, like his hand at the moment, was injured.

"I have never been a person with a good temper, so don't provoke me again and again." He pinched her chin, and his tone was a cold warning and an ultimatum, "I'm afraid you can't bear the consequences."

He also leaned very close when he spoke. I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional, but his cold thin lips brushed across her chin. Song Zhixing bit her lips heavily, forcing herself not to feel the softness of his lips. She was shocked and afraid in her heart, and didn't dare to breathe heavily.

Consequences? What would be the consequences?

She didn't dare to think about it, but she knew that it was not something she could challenge casually.

But, I don’t know if it’s my illusion, Tang Yu tonight doesn’t seem to treat me like an elder to a younger generation.

Yes, no elder would get so close to me when talking...

Before she could figure it out, and before she could ask any more questions, Tang Yu had already pulled himself away and stood up.

The heavy pressure like a mountain suddenly retreated, but Song Zhixing was still slumped on the sofa, and he didn’t come back to his senses.

“Second Master, are you leaving?”

“I’ll see you off.”

Tang Yu had already gone out, and the group followed him respectfully.

Song Zhixing leaned on the sofa, only to see the tall back, surrounded by people, getting farther and farther away from him...

This man was actually so dazzling and so present. Even among so many people, he was definitely the most eye-catching one.

But this couldn’t erase his hateful nature.

Song Zhixing finally found the strength to sit up straight, and couldn't help but think of the scene of Tang Yu being so close to him just now, and couldn't help but stroke his chin with his fingers.

He... actually touched me here!

Is there any uncle who treats his niece like this?