The Savage Man
Startled, Yun Qingqing let out a startled cry.
She tried to free herself from the man's grasp, speaking sternly, "Release me. We are not acquainted yet."
But her efforts were in vain; the man's hands firmly encircled her delicate waist like an impenetrable fortress.
His slightly scorching, thin lips pressed against her snow-white, tender neck.
Her entire body trembled, and Yun Qingqing was so nervous that she tightly shut her eyes.
She could feel the man's kiss on her neck, not rough but surprisingly gentle. Nevertheless, she was filled with fear.
As for Sheng Ting, who held her in his arms, how could he not sense her anxiety?
He moved his lips away from her neck and brushed them against her ear, asking knowingly, "Why are you trembling?"
With great difficulty, Yun Qingqing managed to find her voice, which was now hoarse. "You, you promised to give me time to prepare. And I must remind you that my aunt hasn't left yet. You, you mustn't behave worse than a savage."