Hearing her words, all Rong Yixuan could feel was immense anger and deep possessiveness. He balled his hands into a tight fist and tried to calm down all of the anger which was burning him from the inside. He was barely controlling himself from grabbing her and kissing her right then and there to express that she belonged to him only. She was his. There was this massive and deep sense of possessiveness in his body that screaming back at him and clawing at his heart.
For the first time in his life, he felt that his heart, his mind, his body, and his soul were all united and they were commanding him to grab her and declare that she can only be his.
Grab her. Kiss her. Take her. Declare your right over her. She is yours. Rong Yixuan, she can only be yours. Mark her. Kiss her. Take her.
