He went upstairs, took her back to their suite, and threw her to the bed. His actions were extremely rough.
"I want to stay at the school for a few days." Fang Chixia ignored his dark face, got off the bed and walked straight to the door.
"Stop!" Luo Yibei stopped him coldly.
Fang Chixia didn't care and took care of himself.
"Fang Chixia, do you believe I can fix you?" Luo Yibei's warning came from behind.
Fang Chixia still ignored her, raised her hand, and was about to open the door. Luo Yibei suddenly stepped forward, pushed his body in front of her, slammed the door shut with his backhand, picked her up and carried her to the sofa. Just threw her on the sofa.
I don’t know if his action was intentional or not. With this move, Fang Chixia just lay down on the sofa, with her two white and slender legs spread open, and the skirt on her body was still very high. There was something inside The water is green and looming.
A gesture that looks like she is waiting for someone to love her.
From Luo Yibei's angle, you can just see the edge of the lace.
Fang Chixia was shy and embarrassed. She raised her hand to pull the hem of her skirt down. Just as she made a move, her wrist was suddenly grabbed by him.
His body slowly moved up, lying against her on the sofa, his eyes twisted into hers, and his hand pressed her wrist back.
"I really want to fix you!" He spoke very slowly and sharply, but the eyes looking at him lost the anger before, replaced by a hint of darkness that Fang Chixia was familiar with, " I’ve been thinking about it every day these days!”
"Get up!" Fang Chixia pushed him.
A repulsive movement made Luo Yibei frown. He hooked an arm around her waist, leaned over and bit down hard on a small piece of skin on her neck.
Fang Chixia groaned in pain, but did not give in.
Luo Yibei wanted to torment her, his eyes slowly wandered around her body, and his hand suddenly penetrated her clothes.
Fang Chixia just took a shower, but it was empty.
Luo Yibei's hand reached in and caressed her soft parts.
"Don't touch me!" Fang Chixia snorted and pushed him, trying to get out of his arms, but he pulled her back.
"Why can't you touch it?" Luo Yibei raised a hint of mockery on his lips, and the strength of his hand became rougher.
It's his business to touch his woman however he wants!
Fang Chixia couldn't beat him in this regard, so she simply turned her head sideways and filtered out all the feelings in her body.
Biting her lip, she kept numbing her senses.
However, some people refused to let her succeed.
Luo Yibei's face came close to her ear, and his tone of voice was very slow, "Are you still angry?"
His face was almost touching hers. At such a distance, when he spoke, his breath was all over her face.
It was scalding hot, like a flame, burning Fang Chixia's skin.
Fang Chixia closed her mouth and said nothing.
"How long are you going to make trouble?" Luo Yibei's voice sounded again, speaking very slowly and without any anger.
Fang Chixia was so tormented by him that she couldn't bear it. She was silent for a while, her voice was hoarse, "Luo Yibei, I feel very uncomfortable..."
She was referring to psychology. However, when the delicate and soft voice reached Luo Yibei, it was obvious that it was distorted by him again.
"What's wrong with you? Do you need my help?"