Lu Yan had on a pair of black pants. Her delicate skin hurt a little as the rough material chafed against it.
In all her years of her life, other than with Lu Yan, she had never been this intimate with any other man before.
Her icy eyes exuded coldness mixed with repulsion and hatred. She struggled with both her arms, wanting to get up. "Let me go!"
Her soft arms demonstrated surprising toughness as she tried to get out of his grip. Lu Yan raised his sharp brows, licking his dry lips with his long tongue. He looked wild and wicked.
Little thing, you dare be rude in front of me?
It didn't matter what she had been doing outside these three years. In his presence, she was still a kid!
Had all her hair even grown out already?
Lu Yan let out two heavy breaths with his strong chest, his large, rough palms locking onto her wrists like iron cuffs. The more she struggled, the tighter he held her.
