The fire inside burned hotter and hotter, as if it had scorched his palms red.
Fu Cai whimpered, her hands clutching the fabric at Zhao Baoyan's waist.
Her back was against the hard railing, causing her pain.
Fu Cai barely caught her breath and dared not continue.
But the man had already pressed against her, tightening her abdomen until she felt as rigid as a stone.
"Bo Yan..."
Her voice carried a hint of coyness, soft and unbelievable, clearly resisting, yet exuding a tempting allure of both rejecting and inviting.
Zhao Baoyan was reluctant to let her go, his arms wrapped tightly around her, kissing her face incessantly.
Wherever she dodged, he followed, and Fu Cai could only burrow into his embrace in the end.
Zhao Baoyan's hand rested on her back, trailing down along her spine, reaching the waistband of her pajamas, attempting to slip inside.
Fu Cai began to panic, "Bo Yan, no, I'm tired, I want to sleep."
"Fine, let's sleep then."