Fraud

His breath was scorching, surging overwhelmingly.

Bai Pu could sense the teasing tone in his words, her face blushing with embarrassment and annoyance, her legs trembling uncontrollably, and her whole body feeling weak.

Lu Zhaohe narrowed his eyes, pulling her waist closer and encircling her in his embrace.

Bai Pu clung to his arm, instinctively resisting, but to no avail.

Their bodies were already too familiar with each other, even though Lu Zhaohe hadn't done anything yet, she was already experiencing an uncontrollable reaction.

"Why resist? I can't hear it." Lu Zhaohe whispered into her ear, his voice husky and seductive, like velvet laced with sand.

Bai Pu, with only a trace of sanity left, muttered, "…madman."

As soon as the words left her mouth, she realized how feeble they sounded.

Lu Zhaohe's thin lips curled slightly, "What's wrong? Not satisfied?"