Jiang Tan did not know how to refuse, and Zhou Yinghuai's gaze deepened. He grabbed her wrist and raised it above her head, bent over, and kissed her fiercely.
Jiang Tan instinctively closed her eyes, an indescribable irresistible force.
She sank into the soft sofa, not daring to open her eyes, but feeling the scent of sandalwood emanating from Zhou Yinghuai invading her breath, she almost dared not move.
They had once clung to each other even unto death, making love countless nights.
Zhou Yinghuai knew her too well, he knew all her vulnerabilities, all her sensitivities, and he could disarm her defenses with the slightest manipulation.
It was at this moment that Jiang Tan understood that during the time since their reunion, Zhou Yinghuai had truly cherished her and had been yielding to her.
He clearly had so many ways to defeat her.
But even during their tensest moments, Zhou Yinghuai never did so.
