Such a movement, coupled with the brief glint of a fierce beast in his eyes, gave Leng Yu Yan an instant illusion, always feeling like the man on top of her was about to devour her.
Leng Yu Yan turned her head away, daring not to look at him any more.
Her heart pounded shamefully and vigorously within her chest, thumping as if it might break her ribs at any moment.
"Weren't we agreed that you wouldn't dishonor me again before our marriage?"
"I never agreed to that."
Ye Yiheng clenched his fist, the woman underneath him appearing so shy and moving. He restrained himself, then immediately took her chin in his grasp and leaned down to kiss her.
"Ah, you... mmm..."
His kisses were sometimes lingering, sometimes overwhelming, rotating and rolling.
Leng Yu Yan didn't know how to respond, just letting him kiss her...
After what felt like a long while, her lips became uncomfortably numb, and she pounded on him forcefully until he finally released her.
