When Tiger was kicked away, An'an had promptly gotten up from the table. Her fair, tender hands clutched at her own clothes and she retreated warily to one side.
But Lu Yan turned around and grasped her slender wrist with his coarse hand. She was thrown onto the table.
Her delicate back laid on the icy-cold surface of the table. She quickly attempted to get up, but at this moment her vision went black as the man's tall, muscular body pinned her down, and captured her pretty lips.
Mm!
An'an's eyes widened. The man's soft, thin lips were kissing her mouth, and as if that was not enough, he opened his mouth and sucked her soft, fragrant lips.
In her memory, he had never taken the initiative to kiss her.
It was always her pestering him to kiss her.
Even if she had managed to kiss his lips, he would refuse to open his mouth.
"L… let go! Don't touch me!" An'an turned her head vigorously and refused to let him kiss her.
