Following that, he bent over her.
Leng Yu Yan found herself pressed against the desk, her back flat against it, her hands flailing and pushing against his chest in panic.
But the man's weight was overpowering, and she couldn't escape; instead, she found herself pinned beneath him, her arms folded awkwardly.
"Your Highness, what do you intend to do?"
Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her beautiful eyes were like those of a startled deer, shrouded in a layer of mist.
Her long, waterfall-like hair spread out across the desk, some strands dangling over the edge. Her heart felt just as vulnerable and unsupported as her hair at this moment.
The man seemed infinitely patient, kissing her hair, her brows, her eyes, slowly moving his lips from her cheek to the corner of her mouth, then softly spoke without fully kissing, "I will only kiss."
Leng Yu Yan closed her eyes, her heart pounding chaotically. If he forced himself upon her, she would be the one to suffer.
