Ling Chen who had just left the room turned around and saw Zhao Tian following her. She stopped in her tracks with a slight frown on her face. "Why are you following me."
Zhao Tian walked near her and gently pulled her waist in his arms. "I am just following my woman?"
The frown on her face deepened as she replied "I am still not your woman. and take your hand fr-*thud*
Zhao Tian pushed her onto the nearby wall in the hallway as he raised her hands, pinning them above her head. "No!" Despite her desperate attempts to fight back, her struggle was useless.
With a playful smile dancing on his lips, Zhao Tian leaned in giving a soft kiss on her neck, inhaling the sweet fragrance from her skin after her evening bath. "You smell nice, dear.."
"Hhngh~" Ling Chen felt ticklish feeling his breath near her neck "L-Let me go." she stammered out.
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