His gaze shifted downward, the color in his eyes deepening…
Min Yue's breath hitched, her expression turning from sorrowful to that of her former self who would acquiesce to his every demand.
Gong Shaofan said, "You have a great figure."
But her expression, it stung his eyes.
He didn't want to continue like this any longer, the only way out was to force himself!
At his words, she mocked herself with a twisted smile, a sense of humiliation rising in her heart.
She seemed to want to say something, but in the end, she bit her lower lip and looked away, choosing her usual method of evasion.
Gong Shaofan gripped her chin forcefully, forcing her to meet his gaze.
His reddish lips hovered near hers, not quite touching, not delving deeper, and in no hurry to leave.
That malicious tease, that damned torment...
Min Yue's heart quivered violently, and the refusal in her throat never got spoken, as he interrupted her once again.