Anjue didn't mind. The person was already in his arms, within his sphere of influence, that was the main point.
The rest, take it slow.
He pulled her closer into his embrace, wishing he could meld her into his bones, his lips barely brushing against the skin of her neck, causing her to shudder.
He chuckled softly, reaching out to lick her earlobe with his tongue, his voice hoarse and audible only to the two of them: "You're still so sensitive..."
Ye Xiaoyu dared not move. She sat on his lap, trapped in his embrace, as scenes from the past surged through her mind. The humiliation and disgrace once overwhelmed her.
She wanted to escape, instinctively pushing him away, but he grabbed her backhand, holding her firmly in his arms, leaving no room for escape.
He seemed to have... changed.
Changed to something even more terrifying than before.
About two hours passed, and the car finally stopped.
Anjue carried her into the hotel and headed straight to the bathroom.
