The Beauty of That Night

This girl, usually so cool and proud, so unwilling to admit defeat, was now nestling softly in his arms, taking the initiative to meet his kiss. Her obedience and dependence filled him with a subtle sense of satisfaction and pride.

One hand clasped her slender waist while the other slid to the back of her neck. His palm pressed gently, and he kissed her again, deepening the kiss.

Yuan En Yehui trembled, nearly going limp in Wu Yang Jin's arms. Her lips grew softer beneath his teasing, her tongue caught in his domineering entanglement. Her breath was gradually stolen away, and her thoughts slowly turned hazy.

Yet Wu Yang Jin was still not satisfied. His kisses gradually traveled down from the corner of her lips, along her jaw, slowly moving toward her snow-white neck. His breath brushed across her sensitive skin, bringing a subtle numbness that made her shiver.

"Ah... mm..." She panted softly, turning her flushed face aside in an attempt to evade his advances. But every movement she made seemed like a silent invitation to Wu Yang Jin, making his heart itch all the more.

"Yehui..."

"Don't, don't do this..." Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, carrying an unconscious sweetness and panic that only stirred the darker impulses in Wu Yang Jin's heart.

He slowly leaned closer, the tip of his nose nearly brushing her burning cheek. The corners of his lips curved slightly, and his voice held a hint of teasing.

"Don't what? Don't bully you? Or... don't stop?"

"Wu, Wu Yang Jin!" Yuan En Yehui was both embarrassed and angry. Overwhelmed by shame, she raised her fist to hit him, but before it could fall, Wu Yang Jin easily caught her wrist and tugged her over, pressing her completely onto the bed.

Her