"Rip—"
Mo Chuxi suddenly reached out and violently tore open Yan Xinxin's collar, exposing her snow-white, translucent skin to the air in an instant.
"Ah... mm!"
Yan Xinxin cried out in shock, and just as she extended her hands to shield her chest, Mo Chuxi pulled her into his embrace. His lips forcefully pressed against her soft ones, swallowing all her murmurs and breaths...
Mo Chuxi's kiss was searing and domineering, lingering around Yan Xinxin's delicate lips. The strong scent of wine from him boldly entwined with her sweet and fresh taste, winding tighter and tighter...
Yan Xinxin furrowed her slender brows tightly, her starry eyes wide open, her hands continuously attempting to push away the man holding her firmly.
His wild actions utterly dragged her back into the nightmare-like evening five years ago, when she was assaulted by a stranger...
