Quickly, Zhou Luchen's large hand effortlessly seized her waist. He hugged her, pressing her against the edge of the pool. His teeth teased apart her thin shoulder strap, and his kisses landed on her shoulder.
Zhou Luchen was the type to express himself through actions, just as he was doing now.
He pinned her against the poolside and kissed her.
Zhou Luchen's grip was strong, and Shen Jing couldn't help but feel pain as her back suddenly hit the pool's edge. In the next second, Zhou Luchen's palm cradled her back, preventing any further impact.
Only then did the grievance in her hazy, clouded eyes lessen slightly.
Zhou Luchen was exhausted, so exhausted he felt powerless.
Why should he be the one to apologize? Why must he always yield to her? Why is it always him who has to cope alone? What right did Shen Jing have?
If she kept him hanging, he would propose to someone else immediately.
But he was such a glutton for punishment; he just had to have her and no one else.
