"What way? Hm?" His face closed in, domineering and sinfully close to hers, his nose focused on the delicate tip of hers, he said, "Speak, what way?"
The breath that hit her brought an extreme atmosphere.
Weilan felt somewhat panicked and urgently exclaimed, "Get up quickly."
"I won't," Lu Hechen said softly, "I won't get up. I'm only going to press down and deeply at that."
Weilan's face flushed red.
Lu Hechen looked down at her for a long time before suddenly rising and starting to undo his belt.
"What are you doing?" Weilan said in a panic.
His gaze burned, looking into Weilan's eyes as he enunciated each word, "Through the way you mentioned, I want to try."
He wanted her.
Every time she was like this, he had the urge to conquer Weilan, that intense longing made him unable to resist the thought; he wanted her to know that he could make her tender, make her mind blank, just for his own excitement.
Weilan quickly stood up, thinking about running away.