He finally couldn't control himself, put his arms around her fingertips, and couldn't help but start caressing her waist through his clothes.

She shrank as he did the night four years ago, when he slowly rubbed his fingertips around her erection.

He was blocked by her reaction, he couldn't tell whether he was dreaming or being in reality, he only knew that such a light touch would not satisfy him at all, he needed more.

As the thought flashed through his mind, his hand, along her shirt, moved all the way up and landed on her chest.

She seemed to be struggling, but she didn't, his mind was full of the urge to want her, so he didn't pay much attention to whether she was resisting him or not, but just followed his urgency and put his hand into her shirt.

Exactly like that night, her skin was unusually soft to the touch, attracting him to endless sinking, he rubbed against her skin, couldn't help but get heavier, his breathing became rapid and slow, before he could react, his lips fell on her sideburns, along her smooth and full forehead, moved to her beautiful eyebrows, straight nose, and then touched her lips.

He didn't dare to exert himself, for fear that it would be an illusion, he rubbed very lightly, and one after another strong electricity swept over him, and just as he was about to deepen the intensity of his kiss, she suddenly twisted her face away, avoiding the corners of his lips.

He couldn't even think about it, such a scene should not exist in a dream at all, he suddenly rolled over, pressed heavily on her, then lowered his head, and blocked her lips again.

He kissed passionately and anxiously, his hand slid to her collar and began to unbutton her shirt.

Her hand reached out, trying to thwart him in every possible way, but her strength could not withstand him, and he easily avoided her wrist and quickened the movement of the button.

She struggled harder, her legs kicking up, her head dangling, and his kiss fell for granted.

In her dreams, did she run away from him like this?

He Jichen's heart suddenly hurt and angry, he gave up the remaining unbuttoned buttons, grabbed her collar indiscriminately, and tore her clothes in half with one force, and then he clasped her chin with one hand, blocked her mouth again, and moved wantonly on her bare skin with the other hand.

In a daze, he seemed to hear her voice, as if he was crying, he thought he was hallucinating, he didn't care too much, her whole person kept twisting around, the strength was getting bigger and bigger, her resistance made him a little irritable but a little more wanted, he punished as if aggravating the strength of his teeth, on her fair skin, fell one after another traces of different shades.