Yang Qiao said this, certain that he wasn't that kind of person.
But soon, Yang Qiao realized she was wrong again.
No sooner had her words fallen than her lips were sealed, followed by the fall of her bathrobe to the floor, and she was held and laid on the soft bed, with the man's body covering hers immediately.
She pushed against him, but couldn't shake him in the slightest.
Yang Qiao was both angry and anxious; she couldn't have relations with him now, she just couldn't!
So, she lifted her foot and aimed a kick at his groin. Unfortunately, he agilely dodged it.
Xiao Anze had only intended to scare her, but her full-force kick instantly spurred his fighting spirit. He tore off his own towel, parted her legs, and entered without any foreplay.
A tearing pain came, and tears welled up in Yang Qiao's eyes. She wanted to yell out loud, but he never loosened his hold on her mouth.
In the end, she gave up struggling.
