"...Don't kiss me...Bastard...You...Disgusting..." An Yun's head tilted backward, she tried to dodge his upper body harassments.
Her leaning back only accentuated her ample breasts and brought her lower body forward, Zhang Ziwen did not miss this sensual opportunity. His lips traced a path from her earlobe to the delicate nape of her neck, his hips unabashedly pressing against her, leaving no gap unexplored. The intense stimulation elicited a soft moan from him, his voice barely audible.
Ziwen's moan was satisfied - a sound An Yun heard all too clearly, and she softly gasped, "…No…you can't…"
Embarrassed and irate, An Yun felt him taking advantage of her, especially when his touch inched towards the most private part between her legs. Their intimacy, even separated by fabric, his heat, hardness, and sensual teasing felt as if her virgin ground was being invaded. Tears of humiliation welled up in her beautiful eyes.
