In the boudoir, I was so scared that I cowered in the corner. A pair of cold hands touched the back of my neck. The snake-like touch... Made me tense up my back. This panicked subconscious reaction seemed to please Xie Yan.
He approached me affectionately, his tone was so gentle that it was sickly, "Miss, don't you like me? Why don't you dare to open your eyes and look at me now..."
The strange yet familiar breath invaded my breath further, and I had to face my fear, and with trembling eyes I said solemnly, "Please... Please let me go..."
Faced with my show of weakness, Xie Yan chuckled, as if he was mocking himself or sarcastically. Silently... Through the dim candlelight, I could see the paranoid hatred and... Blazing desire crawling in his eyes.
Sure enough, the next moment, he raised my chin, and his bold words were not like a secret guard, "Ayao, I want you..."
When he called me by my nickname... It was as familiar as if he had practiced it thousands of times. I began to regret... Why I provoked him in the first place.
Intention: Try harder