At that moment, she gave up resisting.
What little rationality remained had already dissipated into nothingness.
She wanted, yearned for a man's tender love.
She had been suppressing herself for far too long.
"Miss Sun... I... I want to kiss you down there," Tang Feng whispered into Sun Yao's ear.
Sun Yao's body shook violently.
With a muffled moan, her bones turned to jelly.
"No... don't, it's dirty..." she said, shaking her head.
Whether she was about to cry out of urgency or for some other reason,
her voice carried a cry within it.
Tang Feng didn't give up just because she refused.
He kicked off his shoes and climbed onto the bed.
His hands grabbed Sun Yao's pants, pulling them down.
Throughout the process, Sun Yao lay with her face covered and didn't struggle or fight back.
It seemed she had truly resigned herself to her fate.
Tang Feng slid her pants down to her knees, then with both hands cupping Sun Yao's hips, he got her to kneel.