Ye Lantian thought that if she ignored Zhuo Yue, he would settle down in a while.
But unexpectedly, he started groping her in front of the driver.
She looked at him in shame and anger, the quiet and gentle handsome man was long gone; what remained was his cruel and flamboyant smile.
That smile, brilliant yet bloodthirsty and cruel.
"Lanlan, I really love you."
He bit her earlobe again, his breath fragrant, his powerful broad hand pierced every inch of Ye Lantian's skin like a spike.
Ye Lantian sat there stiffly, her body trembling timidly, raised her hand, wanting to stop his touch.
But he skillfully dodged, kissing her fair and delicate face here and there.
His hand continued to roam improperly over her body.
Though Ye Lantian was scared, his actions made her intolerable.
She struggled against him in shame and anger, speaking, "Zhuo Yue, don't do this, stay away from me, don't do this."
"Soon, we'll do even more intimate things, so, what? You can't take it now?"
"..."
