Cheng Yu circled his arm around my body, pressed me against the wall near the door, his towering frame bearing down on me, kissing me so suddenly I was caught off guard.
His kiss was so aggressive, and the scent unique to his masculinity instantly swept over me, overpowering.
My eyes widened in fear, my heart felt like it was going to burst through my throat, but I didn't dare to shout or make a fuss. Master Zhao and the others were just outside; if I made the slightest noise and drew them in, I would be doomed.
Out of desperation, I bit his tongue, trying to force him back.
But instead of retreating, he grabbed my waist firmly, pulling me in tighter, so tightly as if he wanted to meld me into his bones and blood.
With our bodies pressed closely, I could distinctly feel the changes in him, the scorching heat seeming almost enough to burn me even through the thin layer of fabric.
