His palm supported her waist as he hung his face down, burying it into her chest.
He ignored her plea, continuing to kiss her while his hands moved away, tugging at all the cumbersome clothing on her.
The T-shirt was torn in half, slipping off at her feet.
Unable to unclasp her bra, he tore the straps and, with a sweep of his hand, it slid off her body and hung around her waist.
She struggled to pull away the hand reaching to pull at her jeans, but he brushed her hands aside. Just as he patiently unfastened one button, he lost his patience.
Amid a ripping noise, the sturdy jeans were deformed by his yanking.
Pushing him forcefully, Gan Yuan slapped him across the face with her hand.
Her palm landed on his face, cracking crisply.
She had used almost all her strength in that slap, leaning against the wall, barely able to stand, just gasping and glaring fiercely at him.
"You... you’re crazy!"
With his deep blue eyes fixed on the woman before him who had abandoned all armor, Huangfu Jue ripped open his shirt and once again reached out, pressing on her shoulders with his palm as he brought his face close to hers again.
"I’ve been crazy for a long time!"
Her camisole too was torn open. His palm pressed against her slender waist as flames danced in his eyes that were as dark as the night sea.
"Tonight, I will have you!"
With a shift of his body, he hoisted her up.
Carrying her towards the bedroom, he held her waist with one hand while the other reached out, pulling off her shoes and tearing away her jeans.
By the time he threw her onto the bed, only a pair of white cotton socks remained on her.
He slid off his trousers, allowing them to fall down, then kicked them away with a raise of his foot.
Taking advantage of the moment he was undressing, Gan Yuan swiftly got up. Just as she sat up, he pressed her back down onto the pillow, and then his body heavily covered hers again.
She lifted her right hand, pointing the pen she had grabbed from the nightstand towards his throat.
Furious and in pain, she stabbed the pen towards him.
The man didn’t dodge or flinch, just hanging his head, his gaze fixed on her face.
The sharply pointed pencil paused mid-air, its tip barely a centimeter from his eye, her hand trembling as she gripped the pen.
"Huangfu Jue, I hate you!"
Lifting her hand that held the pen, he gently cradled her face in his palm, approaching her once more.
Biting her lip, she turned her face to the side.
He didn’t force her; instead, his lips came close, kissing her earlobe and cheek lightly.
"I will never forgive you!"
She turned her face sharply, glaring into his eyes.
"I don’t want your forgiveness." His thumb gently brushed the stray hair on her face aside. Huangfu Jue’s voice was hoarse and gentle, "I only want you!"