C3 Losing Control

Soong Qian felt the man's hot tongue part her lips, invading with a force that made her instinctively struggle in his embrace. Her small hands had just touched his strong chest when his large hand firmly gripped her waist.

He was displeased, his hands quickly moving to trap her, effortlessly lifting her onto the counter behind them. His cold eyes showed no warmth, and his face was devoid of any tenderness, almost as if there was a hint of hostility.

Sensing her resistance, Sunn Yuanhann's tongue aggressively entwined with hers, savoring the moment before pulling her into a deep kiss, biting down hard. Soong Qian couldn't help but cry out in pain, the sound escaping from their joined lips. She pounded his chest with her fists, only for him to tear at her shirt.

Beneath the white blouse, a glimpse of a black bra was visible, sparking imagination. Finally, unable to take it any longer, Soong Qian pushed against his chest with all her might, shoving him away before turning to run out.

Her arm was suddenly grabbed, and the next moment, Soong Qian was pulled into a strong, masculine embrace. Sunn Yuanhann held her tightly from behind, pressing her firmly against the cold wall. Her back hit the hard surface, and the chill of the floor seeped through her shoes. The night outside cast a shadow, subtly highlighting the humiliation on her face.

Just as Soong Qian was about to struggle, she heard the man behind her sigh softly in her ear, "Mo, Mo..." He kept repeating the name, and in his voice, there was a mix of tenderness and authority that unexpectedly made her relent.

Thankfully, she realized he had mistaken her for someone else, and he wasn't some creep trying to take advantage of her. Thankfully!

The unfamiliar presence enveloped Soong Qian, and she turned in Sunn Yuanhann's arms to face him. She could clearly see the weariness and longing on his face, softening his usual cold and sharp demeanor.

Faced with a man so troubled by love, Soong Qian couldn't bring herself to say anything harsh. Instead, she gently placed her hand on his chest and softly pushed him away.

The man seemed to have lost all resistance this time, easily pushed back, taking two steps backward, standing on the floor with a bewildered look on his face. His eyes were clear and bright, staring at his empty hands as if trying to recall something.

Watching him like this, Soong Qian chuckled softly, turned around, and walked away, not wanting to dwell on her own matters any longer.

Her small hand rested on the bathroom door, barely pushing it open, when she suddenly heard a heavy thud behind her, accompanied by a groan of pain.

Instinctively, Soong Qian turned her head and saw Sunn Yuanhann lying on the cold floor. His once dark eyes were now closed. His face was devoid of color, yet it didn't detract from his striking handsomeness. His tightly shut eyes peeked through his tousled hair, and his face bore a nostalgic expression. Despite his pallor, his natural charisma and air of danger remained unmistakable.

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