In the car, Weilan's clothes were torn open by him at the bottom, and she was startled. This was really happening!
She stared at him blankly.
Indeed.
A wolf needs to eat meat.
Weilan didn't struggle anymore, nor did she provoke him; she just quietly looked at him.
After Lu Hechen had removed Weilan's clothes and saw she wasn't moving, he looked at her intently and asked in a low voice, "Given up?"
Weilan hooked her arms around his neck and moved closer to his lips, "At this point, wouldn't struggling just seem pretentious?"
"Ha!" Lu Hechen chuckled, though he still felt somewhat worried about her. After all she had been through with her family, the chances of Weilan being in a good mood were very slim.
"What are you laughing at?" Weilan arched her elegant eyebrows. "Your laughter is making me feel nervous."
"You, nervous?"
"Why not?"
"Because you're a siren," he said as he playfully tapped her delicate nose with his finger.
