In Lin Gantang's heart, Wen Yanqing was gentle and considerate. He respected her wishes and cared about her thoughts. Just like how he had pressed her to the ground and kissed her just now. She was unwilling; didn't Wen Yanqing not force her in the end?
Lin Gantang felt relieved after thinking about it. She lay back on the bed and pulled up half of the blanket.
When she lay down to sleep, Wen Yanqing turned sideways and pulled her in front of him. He kissed her lovingly and bit her lips lightly.
His lips were warm and soft, and his breath was warm, hotter than ever. Lin Gantang nervously clutched the blanket in front of her chest, only to realize that Wen Yanqing had already let go. He rested his chin on the top of her head and closed his eyes as he held her.
