Zhuo Jian knew what he meant, she was resistant, but her hands were interlocked with his, immovable.
Fu Yanye's thin lips brushed lightly against her fair neck a couple of times before suddenly sucking hard.
Ouch!
A pain that pierced to the heart!
At that moment, all the blood in her body seemed to surge.
She hummed with sorrow, which was met with another forceful kiss from him.
Fu Yanye only released her after a long while, panting as he murmured in her ear, "Do you feel it now?"
Zhuo Jian, feeling aggrieved, wanted to hit him, but her hand was still entwined with his, so she suppressed her anger and asked, "Fu Yanye, what exactly are you trying to do?"
If spouting nonsense was just a prank by the boy next door, then what did it mean to do nonsensical things?
"Just to show you whether I can or can't!"
He whispered in her ear, his lips gently grazing along the edge of her ear.
