"Come here!" The voice was cold and emotionless, falling on Jiang Xiaoxiao's heart, heavy and depressing. He was indifferent and moody. Jiang Xiaoxiao was afraid that he would be angry, so she didn't dare to waste a moment and walked quickly to him. Before she could stand still, Lu Yanchen pulled her into his arms and pinched her chin with his slender fingers. He looks noble and ascetic, but when it comes to things like this, he has absolutely no grace at all, and is overbearing and cruel.
It had been a month since he last came to see her. He probably wouldn't let her go easily tonight after not touching her for such a long time.
The storm was just as Jiang Xiaoxiao expected. Lu Yanchen was so crazy that night that Jiang Xiaoxiao couldn't even remember how many times he begged for mercy before he was let go.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
