Ren Zhanyang put Ye Xiaoran down on the bed and covered her with his body. He still kissed her lips. It was more like a beast-like bite than a kiss. The more Ye Xiaoran avoided it, the harder his kiss became.

The deeper it is, the less she is allowed to escape.

It wasn't until a sweet and fishy smell filled the corners of their lips that Ren Zhanyang let go of Ye Xiaoran, pressing his legs against hers and restraining her hands above her head, making her unable to move.

Ye Xiaoran's face was red from lack of oxygen due to the long kiss just now, and the blood at the corners of her lips bloomed like flowers. She couldn't tell whether it was his or hers. The feeling of suffocation made her unable to speak for a moment.

Ren Zhanyang pressed her, the burning heat in his lower abdomen pressed against Ye Xiaoran, his tone was hoarse, and he looked at Ye Xiaoran persistently: "Xiaoran, you should know very well whether I am a man or not." [

Such a familiar touch made Ye Xiaoran feel nauseous. She tried hard to break away, but she couldn't match Ren Zhanyang's strength, so she could only say angrily: "Ren Zhanyang, let me go! You use this kind of thing when you are angry."

How can you say that you are a man? You are just a beast! You, an animal that can only think in the lower half of your body, are no different from a beast. Let me go! I hate you, let me go!

"

Ye Xiaoran didn't know what was wrong with her. She obviously didn't care much about this. It was not like she had never been close to Ren Zhanyang before, but she couldn't do it at this moment.

Love is so narrow that it cannot tolerate even a little bit of flaws and dust.

Since he never liked her, why would he do these things to her since he would marry Xiang Feiqing? This bastard, Xiang Feiqing has come back and is even in the study not far away, how dare he do this to her

?

But in an instant, Ye Xiaoran only felt sad. Yes, the man pressing her was no ordinary man. He was a gangster boss who could call the shots like an emperor. What didn't he dare to do, and what couldn't he do?

"Hate it?" Ren Zhanyang was so angry that he smiled back, his thin lips still stained with bright red blood. His smile was different from his usual coldness and beauty, "That's not what you said last night."

Unlike Ye Xiaoran's imagination of being angry and rude, Ren Zhanyang turned out to be surprisingly gentle. His lips slowly moved down her beautiful neck, kissing the softness of her chest through the thin fabric, in a teasing way.
Chapter completed!