Yu Hanche's thumb pressed against Jiang Xinli's throat.
The calloused pad of his thumb slowly caressed her fragile skin.
The pressure was neither light nor heavy, yet it sent a shiver through her entire body.
She pursed her lips, clenching her jaw tightly, but the next second—
The man let out a low laugh and curled his lip. He suddenly applied more force, his knuckles prying her jaw open before he invaded.
Her breath was stolen, her consciousness crushed.
An overwhelming scent of rich red wine and agarwood pressed down on her.
The more fiercely she struggled, the harder he kissed her.
The faint, coppery taste of blood spread between their lips.
Her vision darkened, the dizzying lack of oxygen left her limbs weak, yet her body began to burn against her will.
For a fleeting moment, his dominance, his plundering, and the confinement of the Wind Chain—
somehow felt... strangely familiar...
'Was it from that time in the office at the residence, with Bai Yao?'
