1778, pretending to be pure and chaste with me now?
His free right hand grabbed her thigh, forcibly pinning it to his waist.
In this way, Ye Tongtong was completely powerless to resist, fully suppressed by Ye Zhuoming.
Driven by anger, Ye Tongtong didn't have time to ponder how ambiguous their posture was at this moment.
She kept twisting and struggling desperately.
If she could, she wished she could cut open Ye Zhuoming's heart with a knife to see what color it really was.
Why, even when he already had someone else, and someone else was even carrying his child, wouldn't he let her go?
Ye Tongtong's struggling and twisting ignited Ye Zhuoming's anger from the start.
He watched Ye Tongtong's flushed cheeks and the tears brimming in her eyes, and his gaze suddenly became deep...
The domineering and ruthless kiss gradually turned gentle.
"Tongtong..."
Ye Zhuoming had to admit, Ye Tongtong had an inexplicable attraction for him.
