"You even forced me..." Xia Yiwan's eyes reddened as she spoke.
A hint of panic flashed across Si Mo's eyes. Had it not been for Xia Yiwan clutching his collar, he would have almost thought she was sober.
Just then, Xia Yiwan suddenly pushed him back with force.
Si Mo was squatting halfway on the ground, so when she pushed him, he lost his balance and tumbled onto the carpet.
Yiwan straddled him, with her long legs spread, and raised her chin defiantly, "Today you're in my hands. Let's see how I deal with you!"
Then she swiftly lowered her head and bit Si Mo's neck.
Si Mo gasped in surprise, feeling a rush of blood throughout his body.
After biting hard for a while without hearing any cries of pain, an annoyed Xia Yiwan lifted her head and demanded with sparkly eyes, "Why haven't you begged for mercy?"
Just as Si Mo was about to respond, Xia Yiwan lowered her head and pressed her lips against his as if she suddenly remembered something.
