Her face looked equally ugly; she would do the same to him .

With his long arms, he flipped her shoulders so that she would look at his frosty face . “Speak! What do you mean by the words you've just said?”

“There's no other meaning except that I find you dirty!” She glared at him with frost . “I'm not done yet, so please get out!”

“Aren't you speaking?”

She continued to rub her body while she ignored his presence .

He lost his patience finally . Gathering her in his arms, he drained the foam in the bathtub, turned on the showerhead, and began to scrub her body .

She pushed him away, and amid the struggle, he got drenched .

He was not one to let her get away with her tantrum, so locking both her wrists with one arm, he pinned her down heavily inside the bathtub with the other . In this way, she totally lost her ability to fight him .

The water in the tub soon overflowed, and it was refilled with fresh warm water .

Knowing full well that she could not fight against him, she finally gave up her resistance and let the man patiently cleaned the foam off her body .

He lowered his head and saw the stubborn and far-off look on her face . Her eyes were misty while her ruddy lips were pursed into a thin line . He was rough at times when he cleaned her, but she did not utter a sound despite the pain .

Forcibly suppressing herself, she was like a stubborn wounded little beast .

However, in all honesty, she needed to consider on whose territory she was in currently .

Her apathy made him unhappy .

Pinching her chin, he asked, “Are you angry?”

Taking him as air, she clenched her lips tightly and refused to speak a word to him no matter how many times he asked questions .

Is she ignoring me?

He sneered, wanted to see how long she could persist with his offensive .

Her eyes were shut when she suddenly sensed a sensation from a certain area in her body . Her eyes opened with a start and her body contracted involuntarily .

He would not allow her to escape and easily imprisoned her in his embrace .

Her eyes flamed red as she glared at him with anger .

He forced himself on top of her with one arm pinning her shoulders . She was nailed to the spot, unable to resist due to the difference between their physiques .

She could only watch him remove his s.h.i.+rt with his other hand and pressed his hot and heavy body onto hers . His thin lips sealed her clenched lips . No matter how much she tried to avoid him, he had a way of overcoming her .

The warm water continued to spray from the showerhead, submerging both of them in the tub .

Covering her lips with his, he recklessly laid her .

She tried to resist initially . Biting hard her lower lip to rebel against his efforts, not even a m.u.f.fled hum came out .

He was out to torture her, though .

Soon, she could not contain the surge climaxing within her as she let loose a mourn in the middle .

“Mu Yazhe…” She broke down and called his name in a keening voice, making a last attempt of weak resistance .

She reached out to push his shoulders, which he easily caught with one hand . Bowing his head low, he suckled on her fair and slender fingertips .

Gradually, his action was no longer reckless and became gentle, instead .