He released his grip from her chin and placed his large hand on her smooth cheek, his thumb caressing the bright red mole under her eye as a bloodthirsty glint passed through his eyes.
Zhaoyue shrank instinctively, panic rising in her heart.
What does he really want to do?
"I...mmph." She opened her mouth to argue, but her lips were silenced.
The cold tip of his tongue skillfully invaded her mouth, rampaging freely.
His large palm wandered over her flat, pale abdomen, causing her to shiver.
After a long time, Fu Yuxiu finally let go of her lips.
He gazed at her, breathing heavily, his eyes ablaze with searing rage.
"This is what you owe me," he said in a husky voice laced with bewitchment.
Before his words faded, he leaned in again, fiercely sealing her lips.
This night was doomed to be sleepless.
The following morning, Qiao Zhaoyue awoke from a nightmare.
She clutched her violently fluttering chest, beads of sweat covering her forehead.
"Knock, knock—"
