Ning Yuan was stunned for a moment, her eyelashes trembled and her eyes widened.
Rong Zhaonan's kiss was raw, rough, and undeniably domineering.
The strong and fresh mint flavor penetrated her soft mouth almost immediately as his thin lips covered hers.
Ning Yuan's heart was beating wildly and she was almost suffocating. She struggled subconsciously: "Uh... no..."
But she was petite under him, like a rabbit caught by a hunter, with her thin wrists tied above her head with a belt.
Her struggle seemed to irritate him, and Rong Zhaonan's action of blocking her mouth became more brutal, which was completely different from his cold appearance.
His lips and tongue aggressively ran across every inch of the softest mucous membrane in her mouth, as if he was tasting a special delicacy.
"Why not? Are you my wife, or do you hate me?"
He held her face, breathing a little quickly, but his voice was methodical and cold.
Ning Yuan's mind was in a state of panic, and she struggled instinctively, her eyes wet with shame: "I didn't, but..."
Rong Zhaonan had no intention of listening to her sophistry, and stared at her with his lower lip slightly raised: "As long as you don't hate me, you said you like my face and body."
After saying that, without waiting for her to talk nonsense, he lowered his head again and kissed her lips harshly and fiercely.
And as soon as his thin lips left her little mouth, he would be replaced by slender white fingers clasping in her soft little mouth and pressing the tip of her tongue.
This is a way of holding the enemy hostage during a potential abduction and preventing the other party from speaking.
But at this moment, she was forced to open her mouth and hold his finger in her mouth. Her face was flushed and angry, and she was so lustful that he couldn't help but squint his eyes.
Anger and desire are like fire and oil, they complement each other.
"You... bastard..." the girl beneath her cried and wanted to kick him, but any resistance would only lead to more serious "punishment".
Rong Zhaonan took out his fingers, not bothering to unbutton one by one, and simply lifted the hem of her thin sweater.
His hand just reached in, and he lowered his head to kiss her free lips again.
It turns out that the little girl tastes like this, soft, delicate and sweet...
"Woo--" The petite and soft body beneath him bounced suddenly, but because the space and distance he could move were too limited.
Instead, it was like stuffing your soft spot into his hand.
He hissed softly into her mouth, his breathing became heavier, and he caressed and pulled her unscrupulously.
Rong Zhaonan kissed her thin neck and went to unbutton her pants.
"Wow - no!! No! I don't want it!!!" Ning Yuan was startled, and finally cried out as she almost collapsed.
The unfamiliar feeling of being unprepared, the panic and fear of being forcibly opened suddenly filled her heart.
Rong Zhaonan's hand stopped, breathing heavily, and looked down at the crying girl below him.
He closed his eyes, resisted the hot urge to possess her, and loosened the belt that bound her wrists: "Why are you so resistant to married life? This is your obligation."
While shedding tears, Ning Yuan desperately tried to push his hand away, speaking incoherently: "We are not really... husband and wife... in the future... you will have... a wife!!"
Is he crazy? Everything is in chaos!
"As long as you don't do anything illegal, aren't you my wife and the mother of my child now and in the future?" Rong Zhaonan frowned and said coldly.
Only then did Ning Yuan realize that she was panicking and said something she shouldn't have said: "I..."
Fortunately, he spoke vaguely and he didn't understand.
Rong Zhaonan pinched her chin expressionlessly: "Is it because of Ou Minglang that you don't want to live as a couple with me?"
Ning Yuan shrank and wondered: "What does it have to do with him?"
Rong Zhaonan looked into her eyes and found that her big red eyes were full of doubts.
He tugged at the corners of his lips: "It would be best if it has nothing to do with him."
Ning Yuan noticed that his anger seemed to have subsided a little, and her mind started to turn after being frightened by his sudden behavior.
Calm down, she has to be careful when dealing with him.
Don't panic just because you are under the tiger's paw, otherwise you will definitely be "eaten" by the white tiger tonight.
"So, why are you unwilling?" Rong Zhaonan stared at the girl above him.
Ning Yuan felt hot all over when he looked at her, not to mention that his hands were still in her clothes and couldn't be pushed away at all, which also made her panic.
This man is a person with very strong execution ability, and he will ruthlessly push things through to the end when he is sure.
If she didn't have a reasonable reason that he recognized, he could do it to her now.
Ning Yuan was still dizzy and her face turned red: "At first I... we agreed at the beginning that we would just cooperate..."
The desire to hold back made Rong Zhaonan look impatient: "I have already answered this question for you. I don't like to talk nonsense."
Ning Yuan choked. What did he say? He said that because she had kissed and hugged him, she "crossed the line first" and she had to be responsible for him.
She still couldn't deny that she had licked him like a mint in her dream first.
Ning Yuan rolled her big eyes and could only say reluctantly: "It's too sudden, then at least... at least give me... give me some time to adapt to this change!"
Rong Zhaonan looked at the tearful little girl beneath him. He was obviously frightened to death, but his eyes still contained a hint of cunning.
The curly-haired rabbit wanted to escape, but couldn't. His little face was tender and red from tears and shyness.
The clothes on her body became messy in the struggle, half of her thin white waist was exposed, and she looked like she was waiting to be eaten.
He just felt that his patience was really bad.
Rong Zhaonan narrowed his eyes darkly: "Who am I?"
Ning Yuan was stunned, and the topic changed a bit quickly: "Ah... Rong Zhaonan."
Rong Zhaonan said coldly: "Wrong answer."
His long fingers in her clothes closed and seemed to pinch her heart.
Ning Yuan trembled all over and held his hand firmly. Her face turned red and she almost screamed: "You...you..."
"Who am I?" He was like an interrogator, holding her knee open with his other big hand.
Ning Yuan's ears and neck were red, and she suddenly shouted: "Rong...Rong...you are my man!"
This time, she finally had an idea.
Rong Zhaonan muttered: "Yeah."
She pressed his hand so hard through her clothes that she didn't even notice where his hand was touching her, right?
Ning Yuan saw the long-lost gentle smile hidden in his handsome and evil brows, but her heart trembled inexplicably.
She turned away in panic. He hadn't smiled like this for a long time.
Rong Zhaonan: "Let go."
Ning Yuan became nervous and turned to look at him again in panic: "Didn't I get the answer right? You promised not to touch me!"
Rong Zhaonan raised his eyebrows: "You don't want me to pull my hand, do you want me to continue to deal with you?"
Ning Yuan felt her heart and chest pinched by him, and then she noticed that she was still pressing his big hand, and her face turned red instantly.
Ning Yuan hurriedly let go, and then felt the big hand pull out of her clothes.
The touch of the rough callus rubbing against the soft flesh made her shiver all over and shrink her toes.
