Ye Zhantian's hand slid up her skirt, gently caressing her smooth and delicate legs.
Nan Zhifeng hurriedly grabbed his hand, "Stop it, no..."
Before she could finish her words, Ye Zhantian fiercely kissed her.
It was passionate and wild, like a beast enjoying its prey beneath its claws.
It had an air of retaliatory punishment.
Nan Zhifeng struggled desperately, but Ye Zhantian gave her no chance, instead kissing her even more forcefully.
She was almost out of breath, her body controlled in his arms, trembling slightly.
Ye Zhantian was not satisfied with such closeness, and, tearing away her defenses, he wanted to advance, but at that moment, a knock on the door suddenly came from outside: "Miss Nan, Young Master Xiaofeng is looking for you."
This abrupt interruption shattered the suggestive atmosphere.
Ye Zhantian, feeling his excitement wane, reluctantly let go.
Nan Zhifeng quickly got up to tidy her clothes and responded, "I'll be right down."
"Alright..."
