Si Yiyan bent forward to place Wen Xinya on the cushion in between the couches, after which he placed a hand behind her head and the other between her ear and the couch. He forcefully kept her below him, taking control of her world.
Si Yiyan's body weight caused a depression in the couch and Wen Xinya's body seemed to have sunk into the net that his arm and chest weaved. She could not struggle or escape and the only thing she could do was to let him do whatever he wanted.
"You…" Wen Xinya tried to speak, only to realize that her throat was dry and hoarse. Her heart began to pound rapidly and her breathing quickened as well.
She had no choice but to admit that Si Yiyan was indeed very good at flirting and getting her aroused. His dominance seemed lustful to her, and she could not help but feel compelled to succumb.
Si Yiyan stared at her with a mirthless smirk as her pale face seemed to turn a little rosy.
