"He Zhilan, third time's the charm. I'm giving you one more chance, let go and get some sleep!" He Teng felt his blood pounding in his forehead and elsewhere. Yet Zhilan not only did not let go, she even snuggled up closer. His back was now pressed against her softness, this was what truly set his blood aflame.
He Teng thought that if Zhilan did not let him go after he counted to three, he would exercise his rights as a husband, even if Zhilan regretted it later and cried for mercy, he wouldn't let her off!
One!
Two!
He didn't get to three. It seemed as if he were worried that after three, the hand wrapped around his waist would let go. He Teng pressed her hand against his waist, then in an exceedingly demanding manner, he directly fell on top of Zhilan. He closed his eyes, not wanting to see the pitiful look of Zhilan being frightened, instead he directly captured her lips.
