When he kissed her forcefully, only four words remained in Lu Fengxuan's mind: "Swallowed. Whole. Alive."
The temperature in the room was threatening to spiral out of control.
Just then, a gentle knocking sounded at the bedroom door: "Knock knock..."
"...Mmm."
Lu Fengxuan pushed forcefully against the man's chest with both hands, struggling to squeeze out the words: "Someone, knocking, stop, stop..."
"It must be Butler Lin calling us down for lunch," Yu Chiyin's hands clamped onto her waist, "Are you going to say it or not, hmm?"
The deliberately elongated tone carried an unmistakable threat.
Lu Fengxuan, furious, kicked hard at his shin, "Bastard, is this the only way you know how to force me!"
Yu Chiyin's foot lifted in pain as he bent down to rub it.
Without waiting for him to speak, she continued angrily:
