135 The Scent of a Man_1

Rong Nian took control of her supple waist with one hand, pressing her against himself.

With his other hand, he grasped the back of her head, steadying it, not allowing her to dodge away.

The force upon her lips grew stronger, domineering and aggressive, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.

Jiang Xi's body trembled nonstop, her head turning to escape just a moment before being sealed off by his lips again.

For the first time, Jiang Xi felt she was so close to death, and for the first time, she realized that when Rong Nian got fierce, he truly could take her life.

Usually, he seemed like an aloof buddha-like figure, with a dust-free gaze.

Yet, when it came to kissing, he was always particularly ferocious.

Jiang Xi opened her misty eyes and when she met the stormy depths in Rong Nian's eyes, a jolt went through her mind.

The air around felt thin, and she could hear her heartbeat, thunderous and full of trepidation.