Xia Ning was pushed against the wall. His breath was between her lips and teeth. His aura was very strong as if he was trying to prove something. The air in her mouth seemed to be taken away by him and she could not breathe.
But the man that was on her seemed to have lost his senses. He attacked her without giving her a chance to breathe. His hands tore at her clothes and his hot hands went under her dress…
"Hmm…" Xia Ning groaned. Feeling his hands messing around, she reached out to grab his hand immediately.
She did not know why but she felt anxiety from his kiss. This feeling of anxiety almost made him lose his mind.
In fact, Qiao Yu was indeed feeling anxious.
In his life, the only woman he liked was the woman in front of him. But back then, they separated because of various reasons.
