Shao He did not yet know that she had angered a sleeping lion.
Pei Huaian's stable emotions could no longer be calmed, and he had only one thought in mind—to sleep with Shao He, as only then she would not escape him.
Shao He had already felt the increasingly scorching temperature of his body, and those burning eyes seemed almost to set her aflame. It looked as if flames were kindling in his eyes, ready to spew out and engulf her at any moment.
Shao He had never seen such a terrifying man before, but his expression made him impossible to refuse, as if he was born with the aura of a king, and nothing could stop him from getting what he wanted.
His hand caressed her cheek, easily triggering her most sensitive nerve.
Shao He, holding back a shiver, whispered softly, "You..."
Before she could finish speaking, her lips were sealed.
Shao He felt a pain in her arm and frowned slightly, biting hard on Pei Huaian's lips.
