Shang Ruyi was shocked: "What are you doing?!"
Yu Wenye said nothing, just tightly gripped her wrist and pulled her to the bed, pointing to it with a blank expression: "You sleep here."
Looking at his stern expression, Shang Ruyi suddenly felt a burst of anger: "Where I sleep is none of your business, let go of me!"
Yu Wenye didn't say another word and threw her onto the bed!
"Ah!"
Shang Ruyi fell onto the bed. Although the mattress was soft, her back still had whip wounds, causing her to let out a low cry of pain. Before she could get up, Yu Wenye had leaned down, seizing her wrists and pinning them to the bed, one leg half-kneeling on the edge, his whole body leaning over her.
"What, what are you doing!?"
Shang Ruyi was both pained and anxious, especially feeling their current posture, her face turning red and white. She wanted to struggle, but Yu Wenye's hands were like iron pincers, holding her tightly, making it impossible for her to move.
