Yun Shishi followed her instincts, her hands firmly clinging on to his shoulders.
As if their blood and bones were merging, the pair intimately snuggled, leaving no gaps between them.
He slammed her against the cold wall, and Yun Shishi involuntarily squealed in pain. Lowering his head, Mu Yazhe captured her lips and explored the insides of her mouth with the tip of his tongue.
In that moment, one could only exalt God's holiness and intelligence.
He crafted men to be strong and seductive and women to be gentle and beautiful.
The perfect harmony between man and woman emerged from here.
Mu Yazhe held her cheeks tightly, seemingly wanting her to know that he had purposely been rough with her. Simply put, he was not gentle at all.
He wanted her to be more alert – it was best if she was completely sober – so she could take a good look at who he was and at how he would own her.
He hated this woman to the core.
