When Dang Yang kissed her, it was incest. She should have felt disgusted and resisted it, not... developed desire!!!
She... An Yue was overwhelmed with shame and anger.
This shame and anger made her struggle and resist even more fiercely. Unable to break free, she reached out to scratch Dang Yang's face. She couldn't reach his face, but she scratched his neck.
An Yue's nails weren't long but weren't short either. When she scratched Dang Yang's neck, she left marks that bled.
Dang Yang gasped in pain and let go of An Yue.
An Yue could finally breathe. She widened her eyes and glared at Dang Yang: "You bastard!"
She reached out, trying to scratch Dang Yang's face.
To scratch his face to a pulp, so he wouldn't dare show himself in public again.
Dang Yang sensed An Yue's intention and grabbed her wrist, pinning it above her head with one hand.
