Lin Zhiyi was startled by Gong Chen's actions.
But the more she struggled, the more his desire seemed to grow.
Eventually, the cheongsam slipped from her shoulder, and she tried to hug herself in a panic but was restrained by the man who held her wrists high over her head with one hand.
His other hand gently pinched her chin and kissed her, not too lightly, not too heavily.
It was a teasing feeling like scratching an itch through boots.
Lin Zhiyi couldn't suppress the soft moan that slipped from her lips, even though till now, she kept biting her lip unwilling to let him invade her further.
Hearing her restrained voice only made him lose control even more, and as he gazed at her almost dripping with allure, he bit her lip.
She was stunned for a moment, then lost all ability to breathe.
Through the suit, he felt her tender skin; it was not enough, just not enough...
Lin Zhiyi struggled to breathe, utterly overwhelmed by his strength.