Dang Yang gently caressed An Yue's hair with one hand. The other hand delicately traced the contours of her beautiful face.
An Yue's body tensed up; the hand that stroked her hair made her scalp tingle.
Dang Yang could sense An Yue's tautness, tension, and fear.
But regardless, he was not planning to let her go tonight.
Missing this moment, who knows when the opportunity would come again.
He wanted to solidify his relationship with An Yue.
Tonight.
"I want you," Dang Yang whispered softly, his voice deep and husky with suppressed desire.
An Yue's pupils suddenly widened... She had a premonition that tonight, she truly couldn't escape.
She watched as Dang Yang's handsome face descended, capturing her lips, his hands brazenly exploring her body.
