Jian Yufei's resistance was easily subdued by the man. She was already weak from his earlier torment, and her body was frail.
So, at this moment, even a slight struggle left her feeling drained.
Being a woman truly is sad, just in sheer strength, they fall far behind men.
"Ruan Tianling, what the hell do you want?" Jian Yufei asked him, panting.
The man moved skillfully, a skill probably acquired from undressing countless women before.
"What do you think I want— a loving relationship between husband and wife, it's natural!" He said sinisterly, which she knew was intentional on his part.
He had not told her the truth.
"What is your aim?" It can't just be a simple desire to touch her, could it?
"Indeed, it's difficult to please women and villains. Look at your way of thinking; you're quite the villain," he retorted.
Ruan Tianling pushed her hand away, his eyes stern, he had already forced his way in.
Jian Yufei let out a stifled groan and cursed him bitterly in her heart.