Lin Qiao realized what was happening as soon as she was pressed onto the bed. While falling, she threw a kick at Wu Chengyue, who was pouncing on her. Her movement was quick and accurate, yet he was even faster. He raised a hand and easily pushed away her foot.
In the next second, her entire body was pressed down on the bed.
Lin Qiao didn't know what to say, cursing him again and again in her head.
Wu Chengyue pressed his body against hers and fixed his eyes on her face. Then, he dropped his head to sniff at her. The longer time he spent sensing her scent, the more reluctant he was to let her go.
Lin Qiao's both hands were grasped in his, disabled from moving. She attempted to move her legs, yet found her legs being pressed tightly under his body and wrapped around by his legs.
His purpose was pretty clear. That was why the look on Lin Qiao's face turned sourer and sourer.