Luo Qiangwei was kissed by him until she was dizzy and felt his hand already making its way inside. She suddenly snapped to her senses and bit down hard on his thin lips, "Moh Shiche... stop it! Don't touch me!"
Moh Shiche had actually lost all restraint, wanting to take her fiercely, but upon seeing the strong resistance in her eyes and the stiffness that even carried a hint of fear, he still hesitated slightly in his movements.
His high nose pressed against hers, his Adam's apple moving restlessly up and down, "Why can't I touch you, Luo Qiangwei? You've married me."
"I don't want to!"
"I will be very gentle," his voice was husky as he spoke, his tone carried an annoyed desire for clarification, "Last time in the hotel, it was you who drugged me, so I hurt you, it's your fault, not mine. Don't blame me for this, okay?"
