Song Qiao widened her eyes, attempting to struggle, but the man directly seized her waist, restricting her movements.
Song Qiao's hands tightly clutched the man's shirt, instinctively wanting to bite his tongue, but he dodged her attempt.
Her fear intensified; the area of Lu Jingchen's body that hinted readiness was all too evident to her. It made her heart tighten as she desperately tried to avoid his kiss, but there was no escape. She felt sure that this man might strip her naked and take her in the next moment.
She wasn't an innocent girl who knew nothing, yet this was her first experience of such a forceful claim, as if, since last night when he had kissed her, there was an illusion that he wanted to devour her, causing her to feel increasingly terrified.
Since their intimate contact last night, the man had become extremely keen and skilled at kissing her.
Lu Jingchen's breathing grew heavier, his kisses deeper and more ferocious, his dark eyes reflecting her face.
