Wēnnuǎn's heart pounded like thunder. Ye Feimo said coldly, "Miss Wēn, I despise women who play hard to get the most. You're a smart person. My patience is limited. Let go."
He had her pinned beneath him, her pajamas half-open. Step by step, that man was stripping away every last bit of her dignity and pride.
Playing hard to get?
Ye Feimo, if only you could truly make me have such thoughts.
She released her grip. Ye Feimo lowered his head and captured her lips and tongue. He loved the feeling of kissing her. Her lips were soft and tender, and kissing her always gave him a strange feeling of never being able to get enough.
His skillful tongue swept over every inch of the inside of her mouth, plundering all her sweetness, as if wanting to steal her very soul. Wēnnuǎn felt fear, dread, bewilderment, and helplessness.
