The rough texture made her body shiver under the slight chill.
He savored this feeling of shivering.
Her entire body tensed up, feeling as if at this moment, it was completely exposed, betraying her will.
This couldn't be happening.
Ye Ning cursed silently in her heart, yet his hands, like a nimble snake, wandered over her body, each spot sensitive, lethal, and precise in teasing her every vulnerability.
Ye Ning's breath became heavy, laced with an inviting gasp.
The low moans made his aggression become even sharper.
Ye Ning was directly lifted by him.
Her expression was truly like a delicate flower waiting to be ravaged, inciting a thousandfold desire in him to ravage.
When he laid her on the bed inside, he leaned over to suppress every limb that could resist.
Then he leaned down, gazing at her eyes full of hormonal intent.
Those eyes, if this continued....
"Say, pull it back or not."
Ye Ning bit her lip tightly, truly like a doll waiting for humiliation.
"No."
