Leng Youchen was pierced with overwhelming pain by the scene before him. Looking at the woman beneath him who was struggling incessantly, the rage in his chest transformed into a fire of desire. With a rough tug of his large hand, he pulled her jeans halfway down, letting them bunch around the bend of her legs.
Unhappy, he pressed his lips tightly together, pulled her legs straight, and pinned them under his body. His large hand reached out and landed between her thighs.
Wei Anning trembled all over. The man she had deeply loved suddenly appeared monstrous, like a demon. His fingers cold as ice slid inside the edge of her panties. Her legs clamped tightly together, refusing to let him succeed.
Leng Youchen noticed and curled his lips coolly. "What, afraid to let me verify?"
