Stealing Love from His Pillow

Fu Yanhan had lived a chaste life for thirty years. To him, the temptations of the world and the entanglements of lovers were nothing but trouble! Then, one night, he passed by Ye Mianmian’s room. Inside, the girl was stretching before bed, her shirt riding up to reveal a stretch of slender, pale waist and an adorable dimple. He was struck at first sight and couldn’t stop thinking about her. Later, he gripped her narrow waist, his manner full of aggression. “You can either come willingly or let me take you by force. Pick one!”