Chiang Xiao wanted to cry.
Couldn't she just regret it now?
If she had known how terrifying a man stirred up could be, she wouldn't have teased him.
No, she should have known that even when provoked to this extent he could still hold back from completely taking her, she should have backed off then.
Now she had nowhere to retreat!
Seeing the sweat on his forehead, Chiang Xiao wanted to back away, but felt heartache.
"Maybe, maybe," she was about to cry, her voice choked with sobs, "you shouldn't hold back."
Not holding back, of course, meant truly being taken by him.
But he insisted on holding back, insisted on it.
And this restraint meant just torturing her in another way!
This wasn't fair!
Seeing that she was truly scared, Meng Xinian's temples throbbed.
He still couldn't force her, so he turned her over and used the same method as before.
With the help of her legs.
Chiang Xiao heard his chaotic breathing and bit her lip, not daring to make a sound.
