An Sheng lunged at Zhang Kexin with both hands groping.
Like a wolf starved for days on the snow, An Sheng's lunge was utterly reckless.
He had desire for Zhang Kexin, coupled with a vengeful pleasure, and as he lunged toward her, he felt nothing but gratification.
So what if she was the young daughter of the Zhang Family and Zhang Yunfei's granddaughter? In the end, wouldn't she still be under An Sheng, such a beautiful woman with a perfect figure would soon be exclusively his.
"Zhang Kexin, tell me, is this your first time? You haven't slept with Tang Rao, have you? A man with Tang Rao's taste would never fancy you. I am your first man, right? Aren't I?"
An Sheng had to be first, whether it was in his confrontation with Tang Rao or in being Zhang Kexin's first man.
"An Sheng, shut up! You have no right to talk about Tang Rao. How can you compare with Tang Rao? I tell you, you aren't even worthy to carry Tang Rao's shoes."
Slap!
