Yang Yin's whole body tensed up.
She bit her lip, unsure if it was from nervousness, or because he pressed her so hard that her lungs struggled for air.
However, she said nothing.
Even now, though she was in a semi-compulsory situation with him.
Surprisingly, she didn't repel this feeling.
Just...
She opened her mouth, wanting to say: "I haven't..." showered.
But the last two words were swallowed directly by him.
As soon as she opened her mouth, he already sealed her words.
A dominant and forceful kiss came down fiercely.
It was as if he wanted to pour out all the years of longing in one go, with this kiss both intense and filled with primal desire—leaving Yang Yin feeling as if the air in her lungs was being sucked out; her mind was in a state of extreme hypoxia, making her feel as if she would suffocate the next moment.
When she came to her senses, she didn't know when her body had cooled, and then hazily, she was led into an indescribable situation under his rhythm.
