When Ou Zun placed himself on top of her, Mù Qiānxún gently cooed, hugging him by the neck and pressing her chest against his.
Provoking him.
"If you don't take me today, then you're not a real man!"
No man could resist such provocation, especially not a man like Ou Zun.
He could not be provoked!
Ou Zun's eyes reddened. He had only intended to tease her, but never thought she'd have enough guts to provoke him!
If he didn't do it today, he wouldn't be a man.
Ou Zun began to tear at her clothes, showing no mercy. She, on the other hand, remained obediently lying there, a faint smile on her face. As he started to pull off her pants, she chuckled softly.
"Ou Zun, didn't you just say we should wait until we're engaged? You're not keeping your word. Doesn't that make you seem less of a man too..."
Ou Zun's eyes were bloodshot, his desire halted by her words. He stared at her as if ready to gobble her up.
"What do you mean?"
Taking her wouldn't make him a man.
