The man stared at her, his gaze growing deeper.
Fu Ying's voice gradually weakened, turning into whimpers.
Fu Ying secretly swore in her heart that she would never dare to make him jealous again because he had only one way to resolve issues.
Fu Ying clutched her chest, her eyes watery, as his hand movements continued.
Eventually, the feeling became unbearable and she couldn't help but sob.
"I've only ever liked you," he said.
Then, he leaned in to kiss her again, blocking her fragmented whimpers.
"Little one, I can be persuaded with gentleness but not coercion, understand?"
Tears of discomfort started falling from Fu Ying's eyes as she struggled hard to dodge his hands.
But he, a trained firefighter, was not someone Fu Ying could contend with; she was pinned down on the bed, helplessly.
In the end, she cried and showed her weakness.
"Brother, I was wrong, actually, it was a young man using my account for online dating and even met up with someone."
