Chapter 20: A Slap on His Face

I couldn't see anything, hear anything, or feel anything.

"MD, you torturous little vixen!"

Tang Yuchen suddenly lifted her, his deep eyes blazing with flames.

He threw An Ruo onto the large, soft sofa and pressed his strong body down onto hers, grabbing her chin with his burning kiss landing eagerly on her lips.

His fingers skillfully reached for her neckline, his fingertip lightly flicking, unfastening the button.

An Ruo's delicate and exquisite body, like a perfect piece of art, was terrifyingly beautiful.

Tang Yuchen's throat rolled, his large hand gently caressing her smooth waist, the corner of his mouth curling into a sinister smile...

An Ruo was completely drenched, her body depleted as if she had reached the end of her life.

Yet, she was not dead. Even in her daze, she could vaguely sense what was happening to her.

This night was destined to be sleepless.

The intense night lingered for a long time before it gradually dissipated.