799 Those Few Moments Felt Like an Eternity (1/2)

Lu Yan had on a pair of black pants. Her delicate skin hurt a little as the rough material chafed against it.

In all her years of her life, other than with Lu Yan, she had never been this intimate with any other man before.

Her icy eyes exuded coldness mixed with repulsion and hatred. She struggled with both her arms, wanting to get up. ”Let me go!”

Her soft arms demonstrated surprising toughness as she tried to get out of his grip. Lu Yan raised his sharp brows, licking his dry lips with his long tongue. He looked wild and wicked.

Little thing, you dare be rude in front of me?

It didn't matter what she had been doing outside these three years. In his presence, she was still a kid!

Had all her hair even grown out already?

Lu Yan let out two heavy breaths with his strong chest, his large, rough palms locking onto her wrists like iron cuffs. The more she struggled, the tighter he held her.

Like warning bells, An'an's internal alarm went off. This man was not easy!

She couldn't win against him. For a disabled driver to have such skills, there had to be a trick somewhere.

”Who are you?” She suddenly raised her head and turned towards his handsome face.

Lu Yan reached out with his large palms to grab the back of her head, and pressed her face back onto his pants before she could see clearly.

She wasn't allowed to see.

He was too fast, and An'an wasn't able to see anything.

She soon found it hard to breathe as her entire face was being pressed down by him. Her delicate skin suddenly flushed as she felt him get stiff.

He actually…

Was he doing this on purpose? Pressing her down there on purpose, it had to be to shame and humiliate her!

Also, he was staring at her thighs in the car just now.

Even someone with a great temper would be raging in this situation. Angry and humiliated, An'an shouted, ”Bastard, let go of me! You're a cripple and want to do it with me? It's embarrassing, you're not worthy of me!”

Cripple…

On hearing this word, Lu Yan's thin lips arched up slightly. He had always been a cripple.

He let go of the back of her head.

An'an immediately raised her head to look at his face.

Lu Yan didn't expect her to really want a look at his face. F*ck, he cursed internally, and grabbed the back of her head, pushing her against his pants once again.

F*ck!

An'an cursed at him, ”F*ck you, bastard!”

With a slap, Lu Yan raised his large palms and struck her bottom. I'm your master, come at me if you can!

An'an, ”…”

Blood rushed to her head, and An'an's icy pupils contracted. He dared slap her butt?

Pervert!

She had only been struck on the bottom before by one person, and that was Lu Yan.

Lu Yan…

An'an jolted. She had been too angry and humiliated previously to notice. Now her attention was brought to his scent.

The strong musky scent of masculinity. Somehow, this scent was extremely familiar, so familiar it sent her into a trance.

It was… Lu Yan!

This was Lu Yan's scent!

No, he couldn't be Lu Yan.

Lu Yan was already dead, and he couldn't have lost a leg. But there was no way she could mistake this smell.