Zhuo Jian's heart pounded like thunder, but she still mustered the courage to say to him, "If you were not, you wouldn't have pressed me onto the bed without my consent, and..."
"And what?"
Fu Yanye's dark eyes looked at the annoyed little girl beneath him; he really pushed her into a corner, didn't he?
Her face was so red, yet she still stubbornly complained.
"Fu Yanye, you are a beast, a clothed beast at that!"
Zhuo Jian couldn't stand the way his dark eyes stared straight at her as if he had done nothing wrong; she just had to say it, he was shameless.
After hearing this, Fu Yanye laughed, then became serious and said, "Take off the 'clothed'!"
"..."
Zhuo Jian, bewildered, could only blink as everything became blurry.
Fu Yanye's lips landed on hers, lightly at first, then suddenly with much more force.
Zhuo Jian ran out of breath, her head spinning.
"Close your eyes!"
Fu Yanye commanded, and then kissed her deeply again.
