Huo Shaojun paused slightly, but only for a moment, then reached out, turned her face toward him, and lowered his head to kiss her lips.
Jian Liangtong struggled a bit, only to be held even tighter by him.
His body was as hard as a rock, every inch filled with power.
Jian Liangtong was trapped in front of him, with not a chance of escape.
Feeling his hand on her waist slowly sliding down, Jian Liangtong's body trembled uncontrollably, as if resigned to fate, she gently closed her eyes.
Huo Shaojun then deepened the kiss forcefully, his scorching hand lightly caressing the inside of Jian Liangtong's thigh, and then he lifted one of her legs, occupying that secret territory, just as he occupied her still wavering heart.
...
It wasn't until almost three in the afternoon that Jian Liangtong successfully got out the door, though her walking posture was slightly awkward.
