Sang Xia couldn't avoid his kiss even if she wanted to. However, she looked terribly pale and hopeless, with despise and disgust for him on her expression for everyone to see.
How many women had his lips kissed before? How many women had he held hands with before? And how many women had ridden on him before? Now that he was treating her like this, she froze all over, every cell in her body resisting his administrations.
That day, if she hadn't mistaken him for the wrong person, how would she have ever slept with a man like him?!
Suddenly!
Suddenly, Sang Xia felt something change at her lower body. She let out a soft whimper and stopped moving right away, not daring to see.
Sh*t.
Was this man made of iron?!
