C12 This Is Clearly the First Time!

Yann Qiai was trapped by Yan Zhimo, unable to move. Her willpower was gradually eroding under his siege, but the last bit of reason in her mind was still urging her to stay alert.

No, Yann Qiai! Don't forget how he treated you before. You don't feel anything for him now! You're planning to divorce him. You've kept yourself pure all these years; you can't just let this happen so easily!

Fueled by a surge of anger, Yann Qiai desperately bit down on Yan Zhimo's tongue. Pain shot through him, and he frowned, forcefully pushing her away.

"You crazy woman, you dare bite me!"

Freed from his lips, Yann Qiai gasped for air. The sudden release left her leaning against the wall for support, breathing weakly. Her lips were swollen and glistening from his kiss.

Yan Zhimo watched her panting, finding the sight alluring in a different way. His desire, already ignited, continued to burn fiercely. He grabbed Yann Qiai's hand again, forcefully throwing her onto the bed. He tugged at his tie and immediately moved over her.

"What do you think you're doing? I don't want this!"

Yan Zhimo stared at her with a wicked glint in his eyes, the fire in them making her shiver. He smiled ambiguously, bringing his lips close to her ear, his nose brushing against it as he whispered, "Don't want it? Didn't you say you'd do anything within your power to satisfy me?"

"That's not... what I meant... mmph..."

Her words were cut off as his lips captured hers again. Taking advantage of her speaking, Yan Zhimo's tongue slipped in, easily parting her lips and stirring waves within her.

Yann Qiai was overwhelmed by the sensation of his kiss, a strange feeling rising within her that clouded her mind, making it hard to resist Yan Zhimo's maddening allure. Yet, she still tried to stop his hands from lifting her shirt.

However, her strength was not enough. Yan Zhimo was lost in the allure of her skin, gradually stripping away her last shred of sanity, never pausing for a moment.

Damn woman!

How many men have seen you like this? I just want to hold you so close!

His large hands roamed, igniting her desires and challenging her reason. Yann Qiai slowly surrendered in his embrace, a hint of longing flickering in her deep eyes, her breath chaotic.

In this seemingly discordant prelude, the tender passion that followed their loss of control filled the room with an enticing allure until dawn.

The next day.

The room was softly lit by the sun filtering through a thin white curtain, filling every corner with warmth. Clothes lay scattered on the floor, hinting at a night of intense passion. On the bed, under a light gray blanket, the man and woman slept peacefully, his large hand wrapped tightly around her.

"Mmm—"

Yann Qiai was comfortably asleep but tried to turn over, wincing from the pain in her lower body. She furrowed her brow, tiredly opening her eyes halfway.

"Awake?"

A familiar male voice broke into her thoughts, setting off alarms in her mind. The scenes from the previous night flashed through her head like a slideshow. As someone new to such experiences, her cheeks involuntarily flushed pink at the memories.

Oh my God!

I really did this with him! Damn it!

"Shut up!"

Yann Qiai angrily looked up, meeting Yan Zhimo's teasing eyes. He slowly let a mischievous smile play on his lips, propping his head with one hand while the other brushed her hair back behind her ear. He then gently caressed her cheek, as if he were a husband doting on his wife.

Yann Qiai was momentarily stunned by his unexpected gesture, but her rational mind quickly brought her back to reality. She reached out and pushed Yan Zhimo's hand away from her cheek, sitting up abruptly to distance herself from him.

What she didn't anticipate was how exhausted she was from the night before. She had fallen asleep without putting on any clothes, and as she sat up, the blanket slipped down, leaving her exposed. A few strands of hair fell across her chest, adding an unintended allure to the scene.

Yan Zhimo's eyes darkened with desire, unable to resist the temptation before him. His hand moved swiftly, pinning Yann Qiai beneath him. In an unguarded moment, he kissed her lips. Unlike the night before, today Yan Zhimo seemed gentler.

When Yann Qiai realized what was happening, she quickly pushed against his chest with both hands. To her surprise, Yan Zhimo obliged, pulling away from her lips. Yet, her petite frame couldn't budge the man pressing down on her.

"Get off! We've done what needed to be done. Now, fulfill your promise and give me the divorce papers!" Yann Qiai stopped struggling, glaring at the man above her with eyes that seemed to pierce right through him.

"Why did you lie to me?"

"What?"

"Last night was your first time."

After their encounter, Yan Zhimo discovered that the woman who had portrayed herself as experienced was, in fact, not. This realization filled him with an inexplicable joy, making him even more eager to be with her. The mix of happiness and desire made him forget to question her further.