But every time he saw her, he couldn't help the urge, the overwhelming desire to possess her.
No one could understand that kind of suppression.
So, faced with Nanyan's tenderness, Lu Beicheng couldn't take it anymore. Screw logic and restraint!
He wanted her. He just wanted her. Her alone.
When Lu Beicheng kissed her suddenly, Nanyan instinctively placed her hands against his chest, intending to push him away.
Having just managed to shove her back, Lu Beicheng wrapped one arm around her waist and the other behind her head, pulling her back into his embrace, trapping her so she couldn't move.
Even though she was skilled in self-defense, she was no match for the real deal that was Lu Beicheng.
Nanyan didn't close her eyes, simply watching as Lu Beicheng kissed her, seeing him close his eyes, kissing her with profound affection.
Lu Beicheng's lips were very soft.
With her hands still between them, Nanyan gradually stopped struggling, stopped trying to push him away.
