Mu Chenxi's eyes turned red with anger because of Fu Yanshen's infuriating tactics.
He pursued her aggressively without stopping.
She lifted her weak arms to support herself on both sides of his body, trying to get up from his embrace.
But as soon as she got up, Fu Yanshen pulled her back.
Her jaw was once again grasped by his slender fingers, and Fu Yanshen's impeccably handsome face suddenly came close.
Their eyes locked.
Mu Chenxi stared into Fu Yanshen's deep and dark eyes, recognizing the flames flickering in them that she knew all too well.
She understood what they meant.
They were very close, his gaze sweeping over her moist, plump lips, his Adam's apple bobbing.
His gaze returned to her face again, intimidating her.
In this aspect, she had never been able to best him.
If she continued resisting, he would forcefully continue to kiss her.
He wouldn't stop until he achieved his goal.
Mu Chenxi's nose tingled with grievance, and tears swirled in her eyes.