But not being afraid was one thing, while being nervous and shy was another.
Her mind was a mess and she was at a loss.
Yan Molun controlled her shaking head helplessly and with the help of the moonlight seeping in, he pressed down hard on her lips. After all, he had begun to familiarize himself with her so he also gave her enough time to enter a trance-like state.
Duoyao could feel his skin once again. It was really shapely.
Her heart thumped crazily and slowly, she was no longer nervous. Forget it. If it didn't hurt the first time, it shouldn't hurt the second time. Slowly, she started to submerge herself in the pleasure that Yan Molun brought her.
She felt that she was floating in the clouds. However, as she was floating, she suddenly felt as though a hand was pulling her down forcefully. She was in a daze and after that, she fell right to the floor. No, it wasn't the floor. She was dragged straight to hell.