"Nan... mmph..."
Before she could speak, her lips were sealed by his thin ones.
His kiss, domineering, carried a hint of roughness.
She was very familiar with this feeling...
Unconsciously, her mind drifted to the snowy night before New Year's Eve.
Then, he had kissed her like this and brought her to the Lake Villa, forcibly taking her first time.
Remembering that time, Su Xingyue's hand, which had been resting at her side, suddenly clenched, gripping the white sheets tightly.
From head to toe, her body tensed up.
Just as Nan Yuling's hand began to lift her skirt, he discovered her body was shaking slightly from nervousness...
His gaze fell upon her hand clutching the sheets.
Was she afraid?
His movements hesitated, then abruptly stopped.
The next moment, he withdrew his hand and braced himself on both sides of her.
Frowning lightly, he looked down at the woman beneath him.
"You don't plan to explain tonight's events to me?" he asked, concerned.