Ren Chuqing gazed at the person before her with a hazy look in her eyes, subconsciously trying to break free from his grasp, wanting to continue touching him!
Her body was unbearably hot, that unfamiliar desire making her urgently want to press her body tightly against his.
It seemed as though only by doing so could she find relief!
But his hand still held her wrist firmly, "Answer me, do you really want me?"
His cool voice repeated the question from before.
Her expression, frantic as if she were about to cry, stammered, "Want... want you, I... I want you!"
"Do you just want me, or could any other man suffice?" he continued to ask.
Other men... Her mind became even more chaotic, utterly unsure of how to respond to his words.
Her silence, however, was making him grow impatient, especially the tears brimming at the corners of her eyes due to discomfort, and her constantly writhing body...
