Xue Yating struggled in the man's arms. "Let me go… please…"
"Let you go? Impossible! Ask me to love you once more, that I can agree!"
An Jichuan pushed her against the door and grabbed the back of her head with one hand. After finding her lips, he pressed them down hard.
"No…"
First, he kissed her passionately to ease the pain in his heart.
But the woman was stronger than he had imagined. She had actually bitten his lips. He could feel the smell of blood filling his mouth and the pain coming from his lips. An Jichuan did not stop. His movements even became more frantic.
"Do you know how long I've been holding it in?" he said. "I've been holding it in for three years. I don't want to do anything right now. I just want you! I want you to know that you can only be my woman! My blood flows in your body. You're destined to be my woman!"
"An Jichuan! You're crazy!"