"Spread your legs."
Shen Yiheng was pressed against the cold mahogany table, and the bone-piercing coldness penetrated his body, limbs, and bones along his back.
His legs were clamped hard and pushed outwards.
"Get out... I..." A hand was holding his mouth, and the tiger's mouth was pressing against his tongue.
...
Jiang Kuangyi, I hate you!
If your love for me was premeditated from the beginning, then I will abandon our love without hesitation.
There is no crematorium for chasing his wife, and there is a misunderstanding between the attacker and the recipient. Gong just started teasing Shou as a pet, and Shou was the first to get excited. There is a forced love sequence later.
Intention: Can't help myself