"It's good to know it hurts!" Rong Beiming's face was very close to hers, just in front of the tip of her nose. Looking at her bewildered little face, he suddenly smiled at her.
For a moment, that handsome face was smiling, as if a crystal shattered with a "crash", and an eight-petaled flower blossomed, blooming in Yu Nianen's heart.
He is really good-looking, and his good looks can easily destroy the reserve in a woman's heart. She is also a woman, so she is attracted to him without exception.
Seeing that she was dumbfounded again, Rong Beiming let go of his hand, but the next second he hugged her and slid his big hands along the shoulder straps of the dress.
Yu Nianen trembled and began to struggle subconsciously. Her thin, white and soft hands grabbed his strong wrist: "Young Master Rong, don't do this."
"How old are you?" He held her soft waist tightly with one hand, and his big palm moved between her beautiful collarbones, stroking her delicate skin.
She couldn't pull him at all, so she simply stopped struggling and let him hold her plumpness like a wooden person.
"Ask you?"
"..."
"How hard is this?"
She didn't dare to speak. The feeling that hand brought to her was not only shame and grievance, but also some unfamiliar feelings that made her feel scared.
"Very good..." Rong Beiming's thin lips slowly moved down her slender neck, "Don't you want to tell me yet?"
"Twenty...twenty years old," the moment she opened her mouth, he had already bit her teasingly, "Don't..."
Yu Nianen suddenly felt that all the blood in his body was rushing to his head, and he grabbed his shoulders with both hands and pushed him away.
"Never done it? First time? No man has touched you before? Why such a reaction?" Rong Beiming said a series of questions with half a smile, which sounded like ridicule and teasing.
His hands slid across her chest and pulled up her clothes, covering the alluring whiteness.
She was still trembling and clenching her teeth tightly. If she hadn't pushed him away just now, she didn't know what kind of sound would have come out of her mouth. It felt so weird.
Ding Ziqian would never do such a thing to her. She held her hands in front of her chest in a self-protective gesture.
Nian En, you are falling, she whispered in her heart.
"Where to study?"
"Dance Department of the Conservatory of Music."
"Dance department? Dancing?" After seeing Yu Nianen nod, Rong Beiming slightly nodded, with a somewhat satisfied expression on his face, "I like dancing girls, they are soft and tough."