As the last words fell, Chi Huan's eyes suddenly widened, "Mo Shiqian!"
The man chuckled softly, but the laughter carried a thick, teasingly wicked undertone.
His fingers toyed with her chin, and as he leaned over, his thin lips approached her ear, "Right now, you're so cold to the touch, no response no matter how you're touched, but tell me, do you feel disgust or pleasure when I kiss you, hmm?"
The hot breath on her ear triggered an uncontrollable shudder, "If you don't like me, I really don't know what kind of woman you are, Huanhuan."
The man's voice was husky and seductive, tinged with an intentional or unintentional scent of sexiness, "My hand is a bit injured, and you got so flustered, afraid I wouldn't cooperate—even sitting on top of me, letting me take advantage... Are you nervous about me, or would you let any man do this to you?"
