He Lingling felt like crying, but held back her tears, "No."
Actually, she didn't even know how old he was; he looked like he was in his early thirties.
Li Fengnian gave a gentle smile again, stretched out his hand to wrap around her waist, pulling her into his embrace. His thumb gently caressed her chin, and he said, "That's good."
He lowered his head to kiss her lips. He Lingling was so startled she leaned back, raising her hands to press against his chest. But Li Fengnian didn't retreat, instead, he advanced, tasting lightly at first, then followed by a forceful invasion.
He Lingling couldn't resist, finding herself pinned down on the soft chaise longue. Amid his entangling advances, she was completely passive, flustered and frightened, "Don't do this, can you let me think about it?"
A mist formed in her eyes, and then tears suddenly fell uncontrollably.
"Okay, I'll let you think about it."
