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Rationality collapsed in an instant.
Her hand was suddenly seized, and upon meeting Yan Jingting's gaze, Chu Zhiyi saw nothing but deep desire, like the oppressive humidity before a torrential downpour on a Jiang City summer night, stifling and sizzling hot.
He gripped the back of Chu Zhiyi's head, pinching the back of her neck in a firm yet gentle manner, and pulled her towards him.
Their foreheads touched, and his voice seemed to carry a hint of moisture as well.
"You're on your period right now, so I won't do anything to you," he said.
Not allowing Chu Zhiyi any chance to refuse, Yan Jingting fiercely claimed her lips, making her realize the extent of her challenge against his limits.
He was so restrained, so controlled, so forgiving of her.
Yet she was utterly unappreciative, constantly provoking him.
Yan Jingting once thought he was too kind to her, allowing her to dance on his bottom line while he easily forgave her time and time again.
