She was already a good enough woman and could bear everything unless he went crazy.
What more did he want?
Master, who do you think you are?
You sure are temperamental.
Ye Ling bent down and kissed her on the lips. Shen Qianshu widened her eyes. The memory from seven years ago came flooding back into her mind and brought a suffocating fear. She instantly struggled, but Ye Ling grabbed her head even tighter, forcing her into his kiss.
His kiss was fierce and hungry as if wanting to kiss into her deepest parts.
It carried a strong desire.
Shen Qianshu struggled frantically but was carried up by him. One of his hands were on her waist, forcing her legs to be clamped around his waist. The other hand was pressing onto her head, devouring her lips like a beast.
Their kiss was loud and passionate. Shen Qianshu's face turned bright red. She was shy and scared at the same time, unable to break out from his grip.
