Without thinking, he seized her hand and gripped it tightly.
"What are you doing? Let go!" An Ruo turned and glared at him angrily.
Xingtian's eyes were dark and gloomy. He suddenly pulled her into his arms, wrapped his hands firmly around her waist, and pressed his lips to hers.
An Ruo was stunned for a second before struggling angrily. But her strength was futile against him.
The man kissed her forcefully, with anger and a dominating need to conquer.
Furious, An Ruo bit his lip hard enough to break the skin, and only then did he somewhat loosen his grip. She took the opportunity to push him away with all her might and slapped him across the face.
Xingtian didn't dodge. In fact, he could have caught her hand, but he willingly took the slap.
An Ruo glared at him hatefully, her eyes brimming with tears.
The man remained silent, his deep, dark eyes fixed on her, his lips pressed together, not uttering a word.
In the end, she ran upstairs without saying anything to him.
