Qiao Suisui was pulled into the room by Zong Fang, and the moment the door closed, the grip on her wrist tightened, and she was pressed against the door by Zong Fang.
Her head cushioned by his hand, his breath was inches away, and he sealed her lips completely.
Qiao Suisui's mouth was pried open, and she couldn't help but moan softly, her fingers unconsciously clutching his collar, the joints of her slender fingers reddening slightly.
Not until her legs had weakened did Zong Fang release her, wrapping one arm around her knees, he easily picked her up. Scared, Qiao Suisui quickly clung to his neck as he carried her into the bathroom.
Zong Fang set her down on the vanity and then rolled up his sleeves to turn on the shower.
"I... I can wash by myself."
The man did not speak as though he hadn't heard, just focused on adjusting the water temperature. His eyes were half-lowered, and beneath the feigned calmness in his gaze, turmoil churned.
