Tang Yan simply didn't know the meaning of gentleness; any man facing the woman he likes can't stay calm, especially someone as dominant and overbearing as Tang Yan.
There was an impulsiveness in his bones—to conquer Jin Mo today, regardless of whether she was willing or not. As long as she became his tonight and bore his intense emotions.
To quell Tang Yan's anger, it seemed the only way was for his hand to slip into her coat and touch her soft skin.
This time was different from the rest, filled with a strong desire rather than just being driven by simple emotions.
Tang Yan closed his eyes, immersing himself entirely in the kiss, his eyelashes lowered, casting an enchanting shadow as the light hit them.
Jin Mo watched him like that, his high nose bridge and quivering eyelashes, and she felt an extra surge of impulsiveness in her heart.
The trouble with this man being handsome was that she couldn't control her own thoughts.