Chapter 237: Chapter 237 She Can’t Afford to Lose This Face_1


    Jian Yufei struggled incessantly, but her body was already devoid of strength.


    She wasn’t like him, with never-ending stamina, nor did she have his strength.


    The more she struggled, the tighter he held on, it was as if he was a tendon – the more you pull it, the more it contracts.


    The situation seemed somewhat out of control.


    This was a public place, with many people practicing skiing.


    Although they had fallen to the very bottom, some people still slid down and saw their actions.


    He was thick-skinned, fearing neither heaven nor earth. Perhaps he was not afraid of being caught in this shameful act.


    But she couldn’t afford to lose face, wasn’t it enough that she feared him?


    Jian Yufei clenched her fists, wishing she could punch him in the face.


    No, she wished she had a knife in her hands right now, to cut off the root of his evil!


    She stared motionlessly at the ceiling, her body seemingly frozen stiff by the chilling air.


    Suddenly feeling a pain in her neck, she knew he had bitten her again!


    The love mark on her neck was very noticeable, but fortunately, she wore a high-necked sweater today. She let her long hair down to fully hide it.


    She didn’t wait long in the resting area when Xiao Lang came out.


    The man had already changed clothes, he held his black coat and walked towards her, his tall and lean figure was even more perfect than a model’s.


    Each step he took was casual and laid-back.


    “When did you come out?” He sat down next to her and asked her.


    “Not long ago.” Jian Yufei responded with a faint smile, her face completely normal.


    “Have you learnt it?” The man continued to ask with concern, and she nodded, “Almost there.”


    “I’ll take you here again next time.”


    Jian Yufei smiled and thought to herself that she wouldn’t dare to come again. What if she runs into Ruan Tianling again?


    “I’ll go buy a hot drink, hold on a sec.” Xiao Lang handed his coat to her, and went to the counter to buy a drink.


    Jian Yufei’s knees were covered with his clothes, they felt big, and had a faint fresh, elegant scent. It was the same scent she smelled earlier when she embraced him.


    He had given her his clothes, and she felt it would be rude to cast it aside, so she laid a hand on it, gently pressing down.