In the cramped closet, she knelt in front of him, holding onto the belt around his waist tightly. The situation was indescribably ambiguous and the air was hot and heavy.
An'an's wrist was gripped by him forcefully and she could no longer move around.
She then frowned and her eyes were red and watery.
Lu Yan lowered his head and saw that her wrists were an angry red after he held them so tightly.
His palms were rough and coarse, not letting him forget his underworld beginnings. Compared to commoners, he had greater strength and just by exerting a little force, her tiny hand was completely red.
However, his Adam's apple bobbed with intent. This girl had skin that was as smooth and delicate as tofu. From just a simple exertion of strength, it was as though she would be split open, making one not dare to use any strength, but at the same time, he wanted to just… use a lot of strength.
And bear down on her without any restraint.
