The more Nan Zhi writhed and struggled beneath him, the tighter Mu Sihan pressed against her.
His crisp shirt rubbed against her soft and smooth skin. She felt so suffocated that she could not breathe from the pressure of his weight bearing against her chest.
His kiss was fierce and ruthless, similar to raging torrential storm. His scorching tongue forced open her lips and teeth overbearingly and twirled in domination around her tongue that kept trying to escape his feral touch.
Maybe it was because she was being plundered, perhaps it was the feverish weakness affecting her, but her brain was starting to lack oxygen and she felt even more dazed and weak.
She felt so horrible that she wanted to die.
She did not know how she managed to provoke this unreasonable tyrant. What had she done to deserve this?
