Yu Jingchen's arms locked her in place.
An Ning had no choice but to be trapped by him, letting him kiss her.
Yu Jingchen kissed her lips back and forth, tossing and turning.
An Ning resisted at first but gradually succumbed, and soon her tears began to fall.
Yu Jingchen's lips moved along the corners of her mouth upward, kissing away each of her tears. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been rough with you that day, I hurt you, it must have been painful, right?"
"It hurt, a pain I've never felt before," An Ning said, choking up.
Yu Jingchen somewhat lost himself and asked, "Was it your first time feeling such pain?"
An Ning's heart ached sharply, and she pushed him away forcefully, panicked and not understanding why he would ask such a question.
Yu Jingchen, after asking, also realized his slip of the tongue, but he responded with practiced ease, continuing to ask, fascinated. "Tell me, was it painful our first time?"
