His irritation drove Shi Yuhuan to kiss her even more deeply and intensely, his palm moving over her breasts like a branding iron, his fingers rubbing repeatedly over her nipples.
A sharp stimulus made Song Qinghuan shudder.
She was even more terrified, unable to struggle free, and incapable of calling for help.
"Let go…" She finally had a moment to gasp, to desperately cry out, but her voice was silenced by another kiss from Shi Yuhuan as his warm tongue swept in to entwine with hers.
"Umm…" At the critical moment, Song Qinghuan thought of a counter-attack.
Steeling herself, she prepared to bite down hard on him.
However, Shi Yuhuan saw through her, his hand gripping her jaw and preventing her from moving.
He also slightly released her lips, his deep black eyes, cold and wary, staring at Song Qinghuan. The little face he had kissed until it flushed, and his entire person gradually cooled down.
