Next, Qiao Zhaoyue saw Fu Yuxiu strip off his clothes.
He looked down upon her from above, his dark pupils filled with icy lust.
Feeling uneasy, Qiao Zhaoyue began to squirm, trying to get further away from him.
But he did not give her the chance.
He bent over and pressed down on her.
He reached out and grabbed her wrists, forcefully pinning them above her head.
Qiao Zhaoyue shook her head in panic, "No... don't... please..."
With a chilling smile curling up one side of his lips, Fu Yuxiu said coldly, "Too late."
Having said that, he covered her mouth again.
Qiao Zhaoyue's eyes quickly reddened, tears sliding down her pale little face.
Fu Yuxiu's kisses gradually changed from his previous violence to a gentle tenderness.
He kissed her lips meticulously and intimately, inch by inch.
"I'm sorry, Zhaoyue, forgive me this once, I won't make the same mistake again, okay?"