Shen Yanhe was caught off guard.
When Fu Yanhe kissed her, she became so stunned that her grip on the cup loosened, and the cup dropped onto the carpet, rolling once on its surface.
She was pushed against the wall by Fu Yanhe.
Her back against the wall, her waist tightly encircled by his arms, firmly controlled.
He kissed her fiercely and violently, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.
"Yan, Yanhe..." Shen Yanhe gasped for air, her hand pushing slightly against his chest with a bit of force, emitting a distressed and muffled murmur, "Wait... uh..."
Before she could finish her words, they were again lost between their mingling lips, with the force around her waist progressively increasing.
Fu Yanhe kissed her so deeply that Shen Yanhe had difficulty keeping pace, feeling as if she were in the midst of an ocean during a storm, with raging waves all around, and he was her only lifeline.
All she could do was cling tightly to him.
