While kissing, tears streaming down her cheeks, she wept and sobbed, "Asheng, do you really not want me? Asheng..."
Yan Nansheng considered himself a very normal man, and had almost surrendered in the kitchen earlier due to her seduction.
But now, he didn't dare to joke like before, for previously, he had been the one controlling the pace and taking the initiative; now, it was different.
He clenched his teeth and forcefully pulled her entire body away, sternly stating his position: "Yanyan, we can't do this, don't be impulsive, or else you'll regret it later..."
"Why would I regret it?" Feng Yanyan's eyes were red as she desperately tried to break free from his grasp, "Are you so sure that we'll separate in the future?"
"That's not what I mean."
"Then take me."
Feng Yanyan didn't understand; hadn't he always been easily provoked in the past?
Why was it now that...
In her struggle, her already loose shirt neckline tilted even further, Yan Nansheng almost saw...
