It's also like being angry at yourself for being driven by desire and unable to control your urge to possess her.
He grabbed both of her wrists with one hand and climbed up her waist with the other, pressing her between himself and the back of the chair, eliminating any possibility of her escape.
Shen Zhiyi twisted her body.
It felt like being caressed in his palm, arousing more heat and gradually making her body go limp.
His breath enveloped her heavily.
After she finally stopped struggling and he aroused a familiar reaction in her, he turned to a gentle kiss, teasingly and slowly pressing against her lips, speaking in a hoarse voice.
"Will you be obedient?"
He ignited a fire in her waist with his large hand, causing her to let out a sob.
Yan Jili's eyes grew increasingly dark.
"If you behave, I'll let you go."
Shen Zhiyi shuddered uncontrollably as she recalled his lack of self-control.
"Waaah...didn't you say we have no feelings for each other? Then why do you care what I wear..."
"Then you're my wife too!" he interrupted her, somewhat angrily.
"I told you, only I can control you!"
"I'm determined to take care of you for the rest of my life!"
The words "no emotion" were like a sharp dagger piercing his heart.
He grabbed her waist.
He pulled her even closer into his arms.
"Don't say anything that makes me angry anymore, at least..." He met her misty eyes and finally gave in, "Don't wear a fishtail skirt."
Shen Zhiyi stared at him blankly.
They seemed extremely surprised by his concession.
She moved her wrist and suddenly felt a warm sensation.
Yan Jili's brows furrowed suddenly.
He let go and then realized that the blood from the cut on his palm had smeared onto her body.
"You're injured?!" Shen Zhiyi exclaimed in shock as she looked at the bloodstains on her wrist.
She took his hand, turned on the overhead light, and carefully examined the wound.
"What happened?"
"It was fine just now..."
Yan Jili initially didn't take it seriously, but upon seeing the worry in her eyes, a strange feeling suddenly arose within him.
His large hand was held in her soft little hand, and he looked at it repeatedly.
His chest suddenly skipped a beat.
A subtle, sweet aroma wafts through the air.
turn out to be……
She also cares about him and worries about him.
This fact made him involuntarily curl the corners of his lips into a smile.
"Does it hurt?" Shen Zhiyi looked up at him.
Yan Jili suddenly straightened his lips and looked at her with a cold, hard expression again.
"Hmm." He frowned deeply, his expression serious as he met her eyes.
He spoke softly.
"It hurts a lot."
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