"I refuse to get up. Haven't you always liked me? If I told you that I also kind of like you, wouldn't you be happy?" Gao Han clung to Ye Ranran's hand.
"Are you sick? Let me remind you, I'm already married, and I don't like you anymore." Ye Ranran struggled fiercely.
Yet in the battle of strength between men and women, Gao Han easily pinned Ye Ranran's hand above her head.
His big body was heavily pressed against hers.
The light scent wafting from Ye Ranran reached his nostrils, and the soft body in his arms began to elevate his temperature.
Look in Gao Han's eyes gradually altered.
When he was courting Ye Ranran, he had only kissed her and never did anything further.
He had thought about taking her completely, but every time he came to the final step, Ye Ranran would always evade.
Now, she was back in his arms.
She was originally his woman.