What Are You Doing? II

She sucked in a breath, her eyes wide open as she looked up at the thick fog in his eyes.

Xian Zihao's hands gradually moved upwards, his eyes already dark. He immediately pulled the towel away from her body.

"Don't do that!" Jiang Ruolan struggled.

He easily suppressed her body. "Why not?"

"I... I'm not ready …"

"I've given you more than two months, how long do you want me to wait? Hmm?" As he spoke, he bent his head down and placed his head beside her ear. His quiet voice was louder than when they were in the small bedroom at the Greenville Residence that night.

"Stop!" Jiang Ruolan cried out. She curled up and twisted her body to free herself from him.

"Jiang Ruolan!" Seeing that she was resisting too much, Xian Zihao became angry. He was afraid of hurting her; instead of forcing her, he pressed both her hands against her head instead.