You're Asking Me Whether it Hurts?

Fu Qinglun stretched out his arm and tugged at her dress, his intentions clear.

No! Lin Shiyu's youthful face instantly went pale and at that moment, she let out a piercing scream, while scratching at his muscular arms like a wild cat. Two bloody lines of red welted up on his arms. With her eyes wide, even her usually clear voice had become irregular and shook. "Fu Qinglun, I will repeat myself for the last time. Don't. Touch. Me!"

The blood coursing through Fu Qinglun's veins pumped vigorously, his white hand landing on her beautiful face as he gave her a light slap. A wicked smile graced his perfect features. "Lin Shiyu, I'm your man. There's nothing wrong with me wanting to take you."

This bastard!

"Ha," Lin Shiyu raised a corner of her red lips, she suddenly tiptoed and kissed his thin lips. "Fu Qinglun, how dare a weak-minded man who was done in a second behave so brazenly, who gave you the courage to do so?"