Sweet Time Only for You: The Entanglement between Mr. Lu and Miss Song-Chapter 392: Still Daring to Insult Me? Good, Very Good!

This man, no matter what he does, is always strong and assertive, and no matter how Song Yinyin resists, she cannot escape his domineering aura.

Once the scorching heat broke into her territory, it occupied every inch of her mouth, his warm lips and tongue entangled little by little, from gentle to intense, twisting and turning back and forth.

Song Yinyin was kissed almost to the point of suffocation, as if there was a fire in her chest spreading along every vein in her body, as if she were being burned.

She frowned and let out a hum, instinctively placing her hands against his chest, trying to push him away.

But the man gave her no chance to escape, lifting the back of her head with one hand, forcing her to receive his kiss...

The air in her nostrils seemed to be getting thinner.

The temperature of the entire bedroom seemed to be constantly rising.

Song Yinyin, tormented by his high-temperature body, felt more and more uncomfortable, instinctively turning her body to escape him.

But he sucked on her lips, teasing them little by little, almost pinning her down completely, making her unable to move.

A familiar taste of tobacco mixed with a faintly sour and sweet red wine flavor swirled between her lips and teeth...

The window was fully open, and the cool breeze of early autumn blew in gently, suddenly bringing a chill that made her instinctively want to hold onto something for warmth.

And as she reached, she grabbed the man’s strong waist.

Lu Jihan’s body shuddered, and in the next second, he hooked her tongue and sucked forcefully, grabbing her hands to wrap around his shoulders, holding her tightly in his arms.

A very slight sound was heard as the buttons on her shirt fell to the floor.

Just when he intended to continue, Lu Jihan discovered, damn it, she was wearing a pair of pencil jeans, and especially tight ones that couldn’t be taken off no matter what.

He couldn’t help but curse softly, roughly tugging at the pencil jeans she was wearing.

Song Yinyin was so uncomfortable from being pinched and hurt from the collisions that she was startled into clarity, regaining seven or eight parts of her consciousness.

Opening her eyes, she saw Lu Jihan sweating profusely, struggling with her jeans, while her shirt had somehow been stripped bare...

She was so startled that she gasped lightly and hugged herself instinctively.

"Lu Jihan, you..."

But before she could cry out, he once again seized her lips, skillfully unbuckling his belt, about to exert his dominance, causing Song Yinyin to break out in a cold sweat from the pain.

The drunkenness dissipated in a split second, and she instinctively grabbed the sheets, muttering under her breath, "Bastard!"

Wasn’t he indeed a bastard?

Taking advantage of her drunkenness and then...

The lights in the room were off, but it wasn’t pitch-black; you could see everything, with moonlight streaming in like silk, smooth as satin, rendering a subtle halo over their bodies.

Lu Jihan knelt in the moonlight, sweating heavily.

"Still calling me a bastard?" Lu Jihan squinted his brows in frustration, his deep-rooted bad nature and machismo surfacing, "Fine, very fine!"

With a fire burning in his chest, he lowered his head and gently bit her neck, causing Song Yinyin some pain, making her shift slightly.

The atmosphere that followed was somewhat awkward.