"Let go!"
Fu Yanye's deep voice commanded.
"I won't let go, Fu Yanye you... mmm..."
The wound on the corner of her mouth was aggravated, causing an involuntary muffled groan due to the pain.
Yet, Fu Yanye's kiss became even more aggressive at that muffled groan, as if the tenderness he had just shown with gentle nibbling and slow savoring didn't belong to him.
Zhuo Jian's hand couldn't help but tightly grasp his shirt fabric, and it was only when his kisses moved to her neck that she finally recovered from the pain at the corner of her lips.
For a moment, Fu Yanye even despondently thought to himself, might as well let the pain kill her.
But in less than a minute, he softened again due to her delicate moans, and could only lean against her forehead to catch his breath.
It took a long time before he calmed the swelling in his veins, and in a hoarse voice, he asked her again, "Why can't you give me even a bit of trust? Not even a little bit?"
