This cry was like a strong dose of medicine bursting through her last mental defenses.
The man's eyes instantly turned pitch-black, his body tensed up as he suddenly swept her into his arms and took two steps towards the large bed, gently placing her on it.
An Ruo had already lost all strength in her body, lying on the bed with her black hair spread out like a waterfall.
Tang Yuchen's muscular body pressed down, his fingers resolutely reaching for the neckline, intending to undo her nightgown.
One button, two buttons...
There was an initial chill on her chest, which was soon enveloped by a burning palm; her heart heated up as her body slightly trembled.
The man leaned down, his forehead against hers, his eyes full of desire like a bottomless black hole, deep and dark and terrifying.
Under his gaze, even An Ruo's soul trembled.
