"Ah! This..."
Hearing these words, even though her heart was calm and steady, she was still a woman of twenty years, with shallow emotions!
She reckoned she could still appear unfazed by this embrace around her waist. But if the intimacy escalated further, then... wouldn't that be putting her in a difficult position?
"Zhaoge, I didn't mean that kind of escalation."
Ye Ming also realized his previous words were inappropriate and continued to transmit his voice to explain, "This time, I will still make some ambiguous moves towards you, but this time, you need to resist."
"Resist?"
Mo Zhaoge was a little confused, completely not understanding his meaning.
"Things are a bit complicated and cannot be explained clearly in a short time." Ye Ming glanced at Zhong Wunian and continued to transmit his voice, "I want to take this opportunity to help this kid out."
"Help him?"
The more Mo Zhaoge listened, the more confused she became.
However, she didn't dwell on it. If it could truly help Zhong Wunian, she was willing to lend a hand.
In university, Zhong Wunian had shielded her from a lot of trouble. Although Mo Zhaoge didn't understand why he would do so, she had a feeling that there was a subtle connection between them.
"Okay! I understand!"
Mo Zhaoge nodded, agreeing to cooperate with the act.
"Mhm!"
Ye Ming also transmitted his voice to Fang Junxue and Li Zhirou, telling them to remain calm no matter what happened next.
Nothing would go wrong.
After doing all this, Ye Ming finally turned his gaze to Zhong Wunian, still holding Mo Zhaoge's waist, with a hint of a provocative smile on his lips:
"You seem to care a lot about her?"
As he spoke, Ye Ming tightened his grip, pulling Mo Zhaoge so close that her entire delicate body was almost in his embrace.
At this moment, Mo Zhaoge pushed against Ye Ming's chest with her hand, indicating resistance.
Her face also showed displeasure.
"Let... let her go!"
Seeing Mo Zhaoge's resistant expression, Zhong Wunian's eyes gradually turned blood red. Veins bulged on his forehead, and his expression became somewhat distorted.
His fists clenched with explosive sounds.
Even the bluestone ground beneath his feet cracked and scarred under the power he exuded.
"Let her go?"
Ye Ming smiled sinisterly, and suddenly reached out to lift Mo Zhaoge's delicate chin, his eyes filled with heat. "Why should I listen to you?"
With that, Ye Ming lowered his head, looking at her alluring red lips, and slowly drew closer.
During this process, a flicker of panic flashed in Mo Zhaoge's eyes as she shook her head frantically. Her body struggled, trying to break free from his grasp.
However, Ye Ming directly gripped her chin and forcefully lifted it upwards.
Mo Zhaoge was forced to tilt her head back. From Ye Ming's perspective, he could clearly see her jade-like collarbone. If he continued to explore, he could even faintly glimpse the outline of her curves.
"No... don't!"
A hazy layer covered Mo Zhaoge's beautiful eyes, rippling with a sense of helplessness and fear.
Watching Ye Ming draw closer to Mo Zhaoge, his forceful methods and her helpless resistance formed a stark contrast.
This scene caused the rage within Zhong Wunian to be irrepressible. He lunged forward abruptly and threw a punch.
"No one is allowed to hurt her!"
Bang!
This punch contained all of Zhong Wunian's rage, even mixed with killing intent. Where it passed, even the moisture in the air was instantly vaporized.
Facing his attack, Ye Ming merely glanced at him indifferently and flicked his hand. A force immediately coiled around Zhong Wunian's fist.
At this moment, Zhong Wunian's attack was as if it had been dragged into a vortex. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't advance even half an inch.
"With just this much strength, you want to protect her?"
Ye Ming's voice was filled with mockery.
"Ah!"
Zhong Wunian roared in anger. Seeing his right fist restrained, he intended to gather his strength in his left hand and attack again.
But Ye Ming seemed to anticipate this. He raised his hand and unleashed another wave of power, this time directly immobilizing his entire body, leaving him with no room for resistance.
"Is that all?"
Ye Ming sneered coldly and shifted his gaze away from Zhong Wunian, once again setting his sights on Mo Zhaoge.
"He doesn't seem to be able to protect you?"
Ye Ming pinched her chin and said indifferently, "Why don't you follow me from now on? I will protect you."
After speaking, he prepared to complete what he had not finished earlier.
He moved towards her red lips again.
"No... you... let go of me!"
Mo Zhaoge tried to retreat, but with her strength, how could she possibly break free from Ye Ming's restraint?
"What? Are you rejecting me?"
A chill entered Ye Ming's tone, and the grip on his hand seemed to tighten. A pained expression appeared on Mo Zhaoge's pretty face.
"Bastard! You... stop! I'll kill you!"
Seeing this, Zhong Wunian roared wildly. The rage in his eyes was about to leap out, making him wish he could burn the defiler before him to ashes.
The aura emanating from him became increasingly fierce.
Seeing this, Ye Ming felt a surge of joy in his heart, but he did not show it.
This fire was not enough yet.
It needed more fuel.
"No one in this world can refuse me, and you are no exception."
After Mo Zhaoge's refusal, Ye Ming seemed to be somewhat enraged, and a sinister smile played on his lips.
This time, Ye Ming used both hands. One arm embraced Mo Zhaoge's waist, pulling her into his embrace in the most forceful way regardless of her struggles.
His other hand still held her chin. He licked his lips, displaying a ruffian-like demeanor.
"Don't worry, I'm not like that good-for-nothing who only roars impotently and watches you get bullied."
Ye Ming continuously shortened the distance between them. Gazing at her alluring red lips, his eyes grew more fervent.
"Stop, stop it!"
Zhong Wunian desperately tried to break free from Ye Ming's restraint, but no matter how hard he tried, his strength was like a stone sinking into the sea, utterly unable to budge.
However, his rage intensified, gradually solidifying and transforming into the ultimate, purest fire of anger.
Even every cell in his body seemed to be burning at this moment.
Watching the distance between Ye Ming and Mo Zhaoge's lips about to become zero.
Seeing the look of pain on Mo Zhaoge's face.
Witnessing Ye Ming's evil smile.
"Ah!"
Boom!
Zhong Wunian let out a sky-rending roar of fury. The flame, born from extreme anger, transformed into a tangible entity at this moment. With the eruption of this scorching power, the surrounding temperature instantly soared.
The air was permeated with a terrifying aura.
"Die... for me!"
Boom!
Zhong Wunian's body trembled. The power emanating from him transformed into strange black flames. The force that Ye Ming had used to restrain him seemed to melt away, turning into nothingness.
He looked up, and even his pupils flickered with those peculiar black flames. With every step he took forward, the intensity of the flames grew.
Seeing this, Ye Ming lightly released Mo Zhaoge, a smile of accomplishment appearing on his face:
"Finally broke through!"