An Feng felt extremely hot, her breath catching as her mind wandered.
What had he done to her just now?
An Feng grabbed his wandering hands to stop him from touching her even more.
The man looked up at her with his dark-colored eyes, a hint of smouldering heat appearing on his well-defined face. His lips moved a little, his voice was thick and hoarse, but was extremely calm at the same time.
He might have desired her a little, but his rationality was still present, unlike other men who lost all rationality the moment desire filled their minds.
"Why? Are you not willing?"
What was with the expression on his face? It was almost like he wanted her to pray and thank him for sleeping with her. An Feng had never felt so embarrassed and humiliated in be life.
Lifting her hand, she slapped at his face with all of her strength.
