Su Junhao was frustrated upon hearing her words. What did she mean by a hasty marriage? Did he make her marry hastily? If she wanted to marry him, he would certainly give her the best, yet she still said it doesn't matter?
What exactly does this mean? Does it really take him doing something for her to agree to marry?
He frowned and suddenly pulled her into his arms. Before she could react, his lips landed on her neck, fiercely sucking and kissing.
Jian Yanyan was stunned for a few seconds before she realized what was happening and desperately struggled to push him away, but she couldn't.
He acted like a madman, arms like iron shackles holding her tightly, and his kisses were intense—not gentle sucking, but biting and heavy sucking, leaving red marks on her pale neck.
"What are you doing? Let me go." Jian Yanyan was startled, never having seen Su Junhao like this, and she became flustered.
