Not only did Lin Xuan not back down, he instead took a large step forward. Before Cheng Ying could react, a pair of large, powerful hands tightly wrapped around her slender waist.
"Ah..."
Cheng Ying cried out, her body going rigid in an instant. "Brother Lin, let go... mmph!"
All her refusals vanished in the next second.
Lin Xuan had no intention of giving her any chance to evade him. Lowering his head, he brutally and domineeringly captured those petal-soft red lips.
It was a fiercely invasive kiss, with Lin Xuan giving it his all.
His tongue forcefully pried apart Cheng Ying's pearly teeth, wantonly sweeping and stirring within her moist, narrow mouth.
Cheng Ying pressed her delicate hands against Lin Xuan's iron-hard chest and struggled symbolically a few times.
Yet the powerful masculine aura around Lin Xuan, mixed with the unique charm of the Yin Yang Deficit Supplementation Technique, was like an invisible chain that instantly shackled all her reason.
Under this intensified allure, enough to make any woman fall, Cheng Ying felt her entire body grow weak and numb.
The cool clarity gradually faded from her eyes, replaced by a dazed flush.
Her usually tranquil heartbeat became wild and disorderly.
The fingers that had been pressed against Lin Xuan's chest had, at some point, changed from pushing him away to tightly clutching his lapels.
Seeing that the beauty in his arms had been moved, Lin Xuan was far from satisfied.
His movements became even more unrestrained.
Through the thin layer of her pale green gauze dress, his large hands roamed up and down her graceful, delicate body.
He first pressed down on her firm, rounded hips, forcefully pinning his frail, petite junior martial aunt against the burning hardness already straining beneath his waist.
"Mmph..." Cheng Ying let out