"I'm Chen Mengying, hey, I'm not Shen... woo woo woo..."
There was no chance to speak, that large hand was already pressing down on her small head, wildly consuming every nerve in her brain.
This time it was truly blank, because Chen Mengying didn't even think about pushing Xiaofan away.
Her breathing became rapid, her lips covered by that passion. Her soft body was held tightly, not giving her a single chance to catch her breath.
Suddenly, Chen Mengying felt her body lighten, and without any reaction, he flipped her over and pinned her beneath him.
The feeling of suffocation left Chen Mengying at a loss, her tightly clenched fists symbolically pushing against Xiaofan's body, then completely giving up resistance.
After one last bit of struggle, the fists that were in front of her gradually relaxed, wrapping around Xiaofan's back, gently holding on.
