"No, don't…"
Xia Yun's dress had already been lifted by Ye Shaohua, who pinned her against the wall with one hand, sealing her lips with his, teasing her with skilled movements. His other hand was provocatively exploring beneath her dress.
Xia Yun, though very fond of him, just couldn't cross that line; she wasn't a casual woman and didn't want to sleep with this man upon their first formal meeting.
Despite being thrown into utter disarray, her heart in chaos, she still held onto that last line of defense, struggling constantly.
But to Ye Shaohua, these struggles seemed nothing more than a woman's shy coyness because instead of stopping, his movements became even more aggressive. He simply picked her up, tossed her onto the bed, and then pressed down on her. He didn't continue to force himself on her but sat down and slowly took off his suit and shirt, revealing perfectly maintained and sensual abs, as his captivating peach blossom eyes fixated on Xia Yun.
