Unlike the masculinity that Su Chaoyang exuded, Han Wenxuan's aura was refreshing, but she absolutely detested it and instinctively wanted to resist and push him away.
"Han... Uh, let go... Ah!--" She struggled to push him away, but he caught her wrist and locked it behind her back.
Han Wenxuan backed her against a pillar, secured her hands tightly, forcefully pried open her teeth with his tongue, and feverishly kissed her.
In front of a man, no matter how much a woman resists, she ultimately remains the weaker one, especially when confronting a man who has lost his reason. The outcome is predictable.
Mu Xiangwan fought back vigorously, but she was no match for his assertiveness.
The wound on her arm must have reopened, causing her to tremble from the pain. Yet, she blatantly ignored it and continued her desperate struggle. However, Han Wenxuan merely disregarded her resistance. Tasting her beauty only drove him mad and he kissed her even more fervently!
