But precisely because her desire was too intense and urgent, she missed her aim and failed.
Not only that, An Ge was too tender and winced in pain.
Overwhelmed by emotion and past grievances flooding her heart, she kicked him away.
"Young Master Huo, have you not seen a woman in eight hundred years? I'm not interested anymore, don't touch me."
At this moment, Huo Shaoyan was completely driven by lust.
He didn't care at all whether An Ge was willing or not; he only thought about possessing her completely.
He kissed her earlobe, blew warm air into her ear, and coaxed in a low voice, "Sorry, it's been a long time without a woman, so I'm a bit anxious. But give me some time, and I'll serve you well. Trust me, I will definitely please you."
An Ge actually wanted it too. A woman of her age, deliberately provoked, couldn't remain indifferent.
But she simply didn't want to let Huo Shaoyan have it easy.