Yin Shuiling stared at the crystal chandelier above her head. She held the bedsheets on her body with her small, frail hand, and she allowed the man to kiss her.
Yin Muchen was hurried in his actions, and he placed the girl down on the bed. He propped one muscular arm as he lay down on his side and searched for her fragrance, and he kissed her small lips directly.
She did not cry or throw a tantrum, either. She did bring up him not accompanying her as if she really did not care about it, but he was so cold towards her. Although she was in his embrace at this moment, he could not grab onto her heart.
This made him feel very frustrated and uncomfortable, and he was hurried as he wanted to scratch her body.
He wanted to prove it to himself to see that she belonged to him.
