Wei Anning followed the movements he had forced upon her before, slowly beginning to move. The suppressed breathing of the man echoed in her ears, her small face flushed with shame, her lips bitten, her eyes steadfastly fixated on the man with a hint of stubborn defiance in their depths that would not admit defeat.
Leng Youchen's eyes reddened and heated up, and suddenly his large hand clasped the nape of her neck, his thin lips sealed hers tightly, stealing her breath away in an instant. Unable to hold back any longer, he wanted to brand her with his mark, regardless of how that hymen came to be, he wanted her to be only his from this day forward!
The fierce devouring on her lips came suddenly and violently.
When Wei Anning realized what was happening, she quickly struggled to break free, having acted out of impulse before, only wanting to humiliate him in return once he had reacted. But she didn't expect that her defiance would provoke such a primal reaction in him.
