Her breathing grew ragged. Reluctantly, Chen Yuan pulled away, letting her catch her breath. Jiangg Ning gasped for air, a glistening thread stretching between their lips.
Her cheeks were flushed, and she shot Chen Yuan a slightly reproachful look.
"So? Feeling anything yet?" Chen Yuan asked earnestly, his eyes glinting.
"Feeling what?"
"Heart racing? Body heating up?"
Chen Yuan cupped Jiangg Ning's cheeks, his other hand still gripping her pale wrist. With a bit of force, he pinned both of Ningning's hands, his movements forceful as he pressed her down.
"No. This is just uncomfortable. Let go of my hands," Jiangg Ning said, struggling and writhing beneath him.
But with their chests pressed so close, her struggles were futile. In fact, they only fueled Chen Yuan's desire.
"Discomfort is a feeling, too."
"I don't like it."
"No, don't be so quick to jump to conclusions."
