She froze for an instant.
His eyes were so bright. From his pupils, she could see her own reflection.
It was as if his eyes held only her and could accommodate nothing else.
After holding his gaze for two seconds, Su Yan pulled her gaze away and struggled slightly, frowning slightly as she said,
"Why are you doing this, let me go now."
Now, she didn't like his touch; every time he touched her, it reminded her of the events of the last two days.
It always made her feel like his touch was just to fulfil his desires, and she was a pitiful and sorrowful instrument for that purpose.
"Don't move, let me hold you for a while, just for a little while," Chu Yuxiao whispered, his lips against her cheek.
He was somewhat intoxicated by her scent, a light fragrance without any trace of makeup, fresh and clean.
"I said no, let me go." Su Yan still resisted, her body struggling again.
"If you keep moving, I won't be able to control myself."
