"Okay, if you want to go out and play, go ahead. I won’t stop you. But I will accompany you. It’s more fun to play together, isn’t it?"
"You plan to accompany me every day?"
"Why not. If I can’t accompany you, I will have your good friend Xia Nuo accompany you instead," he said lightly, his tone laced with deep meaning.
Was he threatening her with Xia Nuo?
If she went out with Xia Nuo and still got lost, he would definitely blame Xia Nuo.
An Ruo scoffed, "I still prefer your company."
Although he knew she was being sarcastic, Tang Yuchen felt pleased.
He cradled her face, eagerly kissed her lips. An Ruo instinctively struggled—his strong arm tightly wrapped around her waist, restraining her body.
This was the living room; even though the servants had all stepped back, she still felt very ashamed.
An Ruo struggled fiercely, shaking her head to dodge his kisses, "Tang Yuchen, have you had enough, let me go!"
"An Ruo, baby, I want you," the man kept kissing her face, her earlobes, whispering breathlessly in a hoarse voice.
An Ruo shuddered, fearful he would force her, "Get away, don’t touch me!"
She despised his touch; it made her feel nauseous.
Tang Yuchen suddenly pressed her down on the couch—his hand slipped inside her clothing, caressing the softness in front of her chest, "Why can’t I touch you, I am your man."
"I have nothing to do with you anymore!"
"That’s your opinion, I don’t agree! An Ruo, I haven’t agreed to break up, I haven’t agreed, so you are still mine," Tang Yuchen stated dominantly, his tone brooking no refusal.
He released her chest, his fingers deftly unfastening her trousers—his hot kisses landed on her lips, as he said tenderly and affectionately.
"An Ruo, let’s start over. Try to fall in love with me again, okay? I’ll treat you well, I won’t make you sad again, I will accompany you every day, wherever you want to go, whatever you want to do, I will indulge you in everything!"
An Ruo suddenly thought of tomorrow’s plan, and her movements paused.
Tang Yuchen thought she had compromised. He rushed into her body eagerly and deeply possessed her softness.
An Ruo cried out in pain, feeling his hardness, her complexion turning deathly pale.
"Bastard, get out, get out!" She punched his body hard, tears rolling from her eyes.
Why did he have to treat her , why continue to hurt her?
Her heart ached terribly, filled with hatred toward him.
Tang Yuchen didn’t leave; he kissed her eyelashes, dried her tears, arms wrapped around her waist, deeply possessing her, loving her.
Because it had been a long time since he had touched her, the man possessed her for a long time. When the passion subsided, An Ruo raised her hand to slap his face.
He caught her hand in time, kissed it at his lips, and smiled ambiguously at her.
"Baby, don’t always hit my face. If you damage my face, what will I use to attract you?"
"Shameless! Get off!" An Ruo yelled at him furiously.
Tang Yuchen lifted her up in his arms and strode towards the upstairs.
An Ruo didn’t struggle; she didn’t want to stay in the living room any longer.
Back in the bedroom, he pressed her onto the bed—their hot bodies clung together, and something began to stir again.
Once wasn’t enough; what happened earlier was just to whet the appetite.