After several intense moments, Zhixi was completely limp beneath him, her mind in chaos, unable to struggle, let alone think.
Jingyao was very pleased, gently stroking her lips, caressing them softly, exuding an erotic scent.
"Why aren't you pushing me away, hmm?" His index finger rested on her lips, his voice low and dangerous, "Weren't you very tough just now?"
She was stunned for a moment before she realized that this man was seeking revenge...
Zhixi was almost driven to tears, glaring fiercely at him, but her gaze, weakened by his domination, didn't carry any ferocity; instead, it seemed almost coquettish.
"You want to know if the Jingyao from before is still here..." he chuckled low, "find the answer yourself, but I will give you that chance."
...Making her guess again.
Zhixi looked into the bottomless dark flames of desire in his eyes, feeling a wave of weakness in her heart.
"I think he's still here..." Her tone carried a resign-to-fate quality, "He must be!"
