He Xing used some force, pulling on Fu Han's wrist and giving a yank, which resulted in Fu Han falling onto the bed, her delicate and fair hands pressing against He Xing's warm chest.
A flicker of impatience crossed Fu Han's eyes as she tried to rise from the man beneath her.
He Xing, feeling the person in his arms attempting to leave him, wouldn't agree to it. He flipped over, pressing Fu Han beneath him.
The man's heated breath sprayed across Fu Han's face, making her feel uncomfortable. Just as she was about to get up, his soft and dense kisses rained down upon her.
Fu Han wanted to evade, but was firmly imprisoned within his embrace.
He Xing's kisses deepened, and Fu Han's eyes glistened with tears. With no other choice, she could only bite towards the corner of the man's mouth.
There was only a muffled grunt from the man, but his actions didn't stop.
