Qin Gengxin’s Anger

Qin Gengxin didn't say anything. He let her restrain himself. Her eyes were calm at the sight of his indifferent expression, as if she wanted him to make a decision no matter what.

He slowly looked down and saw her exposed cleavage. He sighed, raised his eyes, and met her cat-like gaze. Only after a long time did he finally move his stiff arm that she was pressing. "My hand, it's gone numb …."

Xian Guiying didn't move away but only looked at him.

Seeing that she still didn't move, Qin Gengxin gazed at the emotions in her eyes. Then, he sighed again.

Xian Guiying frowned when she heard his sudden sigh. Just as she was about to ask what he meant, her vision suddenly blurred, and she was forcefully pushed back onto the bed by him. She raised her head in shock, but Qin Gengxin suddenly lowered his face until there was an inch left between them.

"Xian Guiying." He locked his eyes with hers and said through gritted teeth, "I said, I hate being forced!"