Murong Jinxiang stretched her hand out, desperately trying to wrench free from Zhang Wei's iron grip, but she couldn't escape.
Instead, she pressed her hands firmly against his, channeling her frustration into her grip.
Every so often, she would disgustingly amplify her strength, taken aback by Zhang Wei's shameless brutality.
Uncertain of what Zhang Wei might do next, she remained frozen, her body tensed in fear of provoking his wild ferocity.
Thus, they sat locked in a tense stalemate.
At that moment, Zhang Wei was captivated by the woman before him, seeing her as nothing short of enchanting.
He restrained himself, though, too afraid that any further action might cause Murong Jinxiang to scream, which would compel him to silence her violently.
Yet, he found it impossible to completely halt his actions.
After enduring this tense atmosphere for over ten minutes, Zhang Wei shifted to sit behind her and softly blew on her neck.
