"Rong Yan, what is our relationship?" husky, low and mellow.
"What?"
What relationship?
Rong Yan's hands were firmly pressed down at her sides; she twisted slightly but couldn't break free.
In Li Shengxiao's eyes, it seemed as if she had chosen to avoid answering instead of responding.
"Li Shengxiao, let me get up first. I'll get you a glass of water, and you can take your medicine." The dominant scent of male hormones invaded every inch of her breath. Rong Yan opened her mouth to call out to him,
but the man above her suddenly lowered his head, and thin lips pressed down accurately, sealing hers, prying open her lips and teeth, swallowing all her words into his stomach.
His tongue was moist, hot, and scorching, sweeping over hers, numbing the root of her tongue. His dense eyelashes brushed her face like a small brush, making Rong Yan itch and whimper softly, shifting her back slightly.
Little did she know that her movement touched a nerve in the man.
