The man grabbed her wrists with one hand and removed her clothes with the other.
Ye Shengge was a bit weak. She saw that he was breathing heavily, and his throat was moving. Obviously, he was having a hard time holding it in, so she gave up trying to compete with him. She just complained, "Did they feed you some medicine… Why are you in such a hurry?"
"No," he answered resolutely in a hoarse voice, "You're beautiful."
Ye Shengge was dazed, and then she felt shy and satisfied. His tone was calm, but it was the answer he gave subconsciously. Ye Shengge enjoyed such sincere praise.
She bit her lips and said softly, "Wasn't I beautiful before?"
"You were," he answered perfunctorily. He lowered his head and bit her chin. "Don't move, okay?"
Ye Shengge nodded obediently.
