Upon hearing Zhou Chenhao's voice, Han Xinyue's brow furrowed. She tried to push Sun Zhe off her, but she was too weak to muster any strength and had no choice but to give up. Forcing herself to remain calm, she said, "I'm here... You, hmm... what do you want?"
After speaking, she gave Sun Zhe a resentful glare, wishing she could slap him to death. That bastard. He knew she was trying to send Zhou Chenhao away, yet he deliberately chose this exact moment to thrust deeper.
Sun Zhe looked at her with amusement in his eyes, suddenly grabbing her pert, round bottom with both hands and effortlessly lifting her into the air.
Han Xinyue's heart skipped a beat in fright. She hurriedly wrapped her arms around Sun Zhe's neck and clamped her legs tightly around his waist, hanging on him like an octopus. "Sun Zhe, what are you doing?" she asked, her face fraught with urgency, her voice a low, anxious whisper.
