Ji Anning's wrist was painfully gripped by the man's large hand, and she couldn't resist. Frustrated, she opened her mouth and fiercely bit down on his soft lips, and immediately, a taste of blood assaulted her senses.
It spread through their mouths, extending into their bodies, into their hearts.
'Mmm…'
The man's lips pressed relentlessly against Ji Anning's, nearly suffocating her, and she struggled desperately with the desire to survive.
Longing for a breath of air.
The man seemed to finally regain a bit of consciousness as his lips moved from Anning's to her ear, and the strong scent of alcohol, along with his heavy breathing, teased and tantalized her like a feather.
Ji Anning trembled violently, hands grasping at the man's waist, unable to push him away, yet she refused to give up her struggle.
She felt clearly the uneven surface of the man's waist under her fingertips, her nails almost embedding in his flesh.
