Wei Anning's eyes widened, and the next second, she felt his tongue invading. Her scalp tingled, she did like kissing him, liked the intimate dance of lips and teeth.
But at this moment, she couldn't bear his touch; her body and heart rebelled against him.
"No…" She desperately turned her head to escape, but she couldn't avoid his persistent, pliable thin lips.
She became furious and bit him. The man let out a muffled groan but didn't back away. His resolute demeanor frightened her. As if enraged by her resistance, he roughly tugged with both hands, tearing her chiffon blouse into two halves.
Her skin was exposed to the air, her half-cup bra accentuating her overly-developed softness, which thoroughly stimulated the man's gaze, igniting his primal instincts.
He leaned forward, but her soft hands pressed against his refined features. He narrowed his eyes, irritated by her obstructive hands, and yanked off his tie, binding her wrists together before pressing them above her head.
