Nan Qiao's soft curves pressed tightly against Li Yehan's body, allowing him to feel her distinctly.
A warmth flared in Li Yehan's eyes; every movement and glance from Nan Qiao seduced him as his gaze grew increasingly ambiguous.
He cradled the back of her head, forcing her to look at him, his eyes burning with passion and desire.
Nan Qiao wanted to retreat, but Li Yehan kissed her more intensely, biting her lower lip.
Nan Qiao winced in pain, unable to dodge any longer as Li Yehan made his entrance. The red lipstick on her lips disappeared completely...
Li Yehan's gaze remained fixed on Nan Qiao's delicate face, his burning eyes riveted on her, brimming with interest as he said in a raspy and suggestive voice, "Got used to it yet?"
"..."
Nan Qiao hadn't expected this man to know her every thought.
Li Yehan pinched her chin gently, looking at her with amusing interest, "Want to try again?"
Nan Qiao's knee moved upward, making no impact...