Throwing his belt behind her, Xuan Ying took off his shirt and towered above her.
Planting multiple kisses on her delicate skin, almost every part of her was thoroughly kissed by him. She could no longer think properly, her entire mind consumed with his masculinity, it was dangerous and overpowering.
Her brows drew together uncomfortably, placing both hands on his chest, trying to push him away. But he grasped her hands, raising them above her head in a domineering manner.
His voice was completely hoarse, with some obvious displeasure he warned, "Feng Lingxue, don't challenge me. I'm not that patient, understood?"
He had given her ample time. If she was still going to be coy, she would only appear to be pretentious.
