Who would have known that Ye Che wouldn't utter a single word in reply, but turned over to press Xia Weiyi down, bowing his head to seal her lips and pry open her teeth.
Somewhat rough, somewhat forceful, he stirred and twisted fiercely as if carrying a disdainful fury, punishingly grinding against her.
Xia Weiyi's lips felt almost rubbed raw with pain, and she made muffled sounds of protest. Before she could voice her discomfort, Ye Che suddenly stopped kissing her and instead gnawed on her collarbone through the thin fabric of her nightdress.
Xia Weiyi inhaled sharply in pain, pushed on his shoulders, and called out, "Ye Che—stop it—you're hurting me—"
Her words, however, only provoked Ye Che into greater frenzy; he reached to tear off her clothes. His hand possessed a great force, easily ripping a tear in Xia Weiyi's silk nightdress.
His fingers then slipped down, sweeping beneath her skirt with the ruthlessness of a bandit.
