Ning Yuan froze, her eyelashes trembling, her eyes wide open.
Rong Zhaonan's kiss was awkward, rough, and carried an undeniable domineering force.
The strong, refreshing minty flavor spread across her lips as his thin lips covered hers, almost instantly filling her soft mouth.
Ning Yuan's heart pounded wildly, she felt like she was suffocating, and she instinctively struggled: "Ugh...no..."
But beneath him, the petite woman was like a rabbit caught by a hunter, her slender wrists neatly bound to her head with a leather belt.
Her struggles seemed to enrage him, and Rong Zhaonan's actions of silencing her became even more forceful, quite unlike his usual aloof demeanor.
His lips and tongue aggressively roamed over her mouth, traversing every softest inch of the mucous membrane, as if savoring a special delicacy.
"Why not? Are you my wife, or do you hate me?"
He cupped her face in his hands, his breathing a little rapid, but his voice was calm and cold.
Ning Yuan, her mind half-frozen, instinctively struggled desperately, her large eyes welling with tears of shame: "I didn't, but..."
Rong Zhaonan had no intention of listening to her excuses. He slightly curled the corners of his lips and stared at her: "As long as you don't hate me, that's fine. You said you liked my face and my body."
After saying that, he didn't wait for her to say anything more, and once again lowered his head to kiss her lips awkwardly and fiercely.
As soon as his thin lips left her small mouth, his long, slender, fair fingers would press against her soft little mouth, pressing down on the tip of her tongue.
This is a method of holding enemy hostages while infiltrating and preventing them from speaking.
But at this moment, she was forced to open her small mouth and suck on his finger. Her face was flushed and she looked furious, exuding sexiness, which made him narrow his eyes.
Anger and desire are like fire and oil, complementing each other.
"You...bastard..." The girl beneath him cried and tried to kick him, but all her resistance only brought more severe "punishment".
Rong Zhaonan pulled his fingers out, too lazy to unbutton each button one by one, and simply lifted the hem of her thin sweater.
His hand slipped inside, and he lowered his head to kiss her lips again where they were now free.
So this is what it tastes like to a little girl—soft, delicate, and sweet…
"Waaah—" The small, soft body beneath him jerked violently, but the space and distance it could move were too limited.
It felt more like she was putting her vulnerable spot into his hand.
He hissed softly into her mouth, his breathing becoming heavier, as he caressed and pulled her without restraint.
Rong Zhaonan kissed her slender neck and went to unbutton her pants.
"Waaah—No!! No!! I don't want to!!!" Ning Yuan was shocked, and finally, her cries, almost breaking down, rang out.
The feeling of being completely unprepared and unfamiliar, the panic and fear of being forcibly opened, filled her heart all at once.
Rong Zhaonan's hand stopped, and he looked down at the girl beneath him, who was crying her eyes out.
He closed his eyes, suppressing the burning urge to possess her, and loosened the leather strap binding her wrists: "Why are you so resistant to marital relations? It's your duty."
Tears streaming down her face, Ning Yuan desperately tried to push his hand away, stammering, "We're not really... husband and wife... You... have... a wife in the future!!"
Has he gone mad? Everything's in complete chaos!
Back in the village and county, she could only admire Rong Zhaonan's good looks and the occasional glimpse of his body.
That probably doesn't even qualify as a crush; it's more like admiration!
Knowing his future prospects and identity, and always feeling that he had a "real wife," I, as his "fake wife," never dared to think about having anything with him.
Even if they felt a flutter in their hearts, they forced themselves to suppress it and carefully maintained their distance.
Why is he suddenly acting like this?!
“As long as you haven’t done anything illegal or criminal, aren’t my wife and the mother of my children now and in the future all yours?” Rong Zhaonan frowned and said coldly.
Ning Yuan then realized that in her panic, she had said something she shouldn't have: "I..."
Fortunately, he didn't understand what I said, as I hadn't explained it clearly.
Rong Zhaonan pinched her chin expressionlessly: "Is it because of Ou Minglang that you don't want to have marital relations with me?"
Ning Yuan shrank back slightly, then asked, puzzled, "What does this have to do with him?"
Rong Zhaonan looked into her eyes and found that her big, red eyes were full of confusion.
He gave a slight smile: "It's best if it has nothing to do with him."
Ning Yuan noticed that his anger seemed to have subsided slightly, and her mind, which had been stunned by his sudden behavior, began to work again.
Stay calm; she needs to be careful in dealing with him.
Don't panic just because you're under the tiger's claws, or you'll definitely be "eaten" by the white tiger tonight.
"So, why exactly is she unwilling?" Rong Zhaonan stared at the girl beneath him.
Ning Yuan felt hot all over from his gaze, not to mention that his hand was inside her clothes and she couldn't push it away, which made her panic.
This man is a very decisive person; once he sets his mind on something, he will ruthlessly push it to the end.
If she didn't have a reasonable reason that he could accept, he could have done it with her right now.
Ning Yuan's head was still spinning, and her face flushed red: "At the beginning, I... we initially agreed that it was just a collaboration..."
Rong Zhaonan's eyes were filled with impatience as he suppressed his desires: "I've already answered that question. I don't like to talk nonsense."
Ning Yuan choked. What did he say? He said that because she had kissed and hugged him, she had "crossed the line first" and had to take responsibility for him.
She couldn't deny that she had first dreamt of him and licked him like a mint.
Ning Yuan's big eyes darted around, and she could only manage to say, "It's too sudden. At least... at least give me... give me some time to adjust to this change!"
Rong Zhaonan looked at the petite girl beneath him, who was crying her eyes out. She was clearly terrified, but her eyes still held a hint of cunning.
The curly-haired rabbit, wanting to escape but unable to get away, had its little face flushed red with tears and shyness.
Her clothes were disheveled from the struggle, revealing half of her slender white waist, looking like she was waiting to be devoured.
He just felt that he really lacked patience.
Rong Zhaonan narrowed his eyes, his gaze dark and unfathomable: "Who am I?"
Ning Yuan was taken aback; the topic had changed a bit too quickly. "Ah... Rong Zhaonan."
Rong Zhaonan coldly replied, "Wrong answer."
He tightened his long fingers inside her clothes, as if he had squeezed her heart.
Ning Yuan trembled, gripping his hand tightly, her face flushed red as she nearly screamed, "You...you..."
"Who am I?" he asked like an interrogator, while his other large hand pressed down on her knees to open them.
Ning Yuan's ears and neck turned bright red, and she suddenly cried out, "Rong... Rong... you are my man!"
This time, she finally had a flash of inspiration.
Rong Zhaonan chuckled lightly: "Hmm."
She was pressing his hand so hard through her clothes that she didn't even notice where his hand was touching her.
Ning Yuan looked at his handsome, almost devilish eyes, which held a long-lost tender smile, and her heart inexplicably trembled.
She turned her face away in a fluster; he hadn't smiled like that in a long time.
Rong Zhaonan: "Let go."
Ning Yuan tensed up and turned to look at him again in a panic: "Didn't I answer correctly? You promised not to touch me!"
Rong Zhaonan raised an eyebrow: "You're not letting me pull my hand away because you want me to continue with you?"
Ning Yuan felt him pinch her chest, and only then did she realize that he was still holding her large hand tightly. Her face instantly turned bright red.
Ning Yuan hurriedly let go, and then felt the large hand being pulled out of her clothes.
The rough, calloused skin brushed against her soft flesh, sending a shiver down her spine and causing her to twitch her toes.
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