She felt she might be vexed to death.
But the more she struggled, the more intense his physical reaction became.
Mu Yin's whole body was trembling, not knowing whether it was from anger or fear. Her face was pressed against a surface so hot it seemed like it could ignite her, and she just wanted to escape as quickly as possible.
"How does it taste?" Bo Fengheng's sinisterly hoarse voice came from above her head, his large hand on her back loosened a bit, but he did not let go.
Mu Yin remained in that position, processing the meaning behind his words. She was so angry she almost cried out, "Let go of me, bastard!"
"You take my words as nothing but wind, huh?" Bo Fengheng lifted her up and seated her on his lap, his gaze profound, his low voice even huskier as if it were on fire.
He wanted her to know how much he desired her, how willingly he had held back for just a word from her.
Yet she could always provoke him so easily, taking his affection for granted!