Forced to Marry Mr. Billionaire

Chapter 277: Chapter 277 I’ll Be Right Back

Discarding the test tube, Tang Yuchen suddenly grasped her wrist, and, across the coffee table, pulled her upper body into his embrace. His fingers lifted her chin and he fiercely bent down to kiss her.

An Xin instinctively opened her lips, only for a warm, spicy liquid to flow into her mouth, reaching deep into her throat.

She instinctively swallowed, the alcohol he fed her rushing down her throat.

Tang Yuchen let her go slightly, his wicked, bright eyes looking at her, a corner of his mouth hooked with ill-intent.

"Young Master Chen, you..." An Xin was a bit puzzled, not understanding whether he had drunk or not, let alone his intentions at the moment.

The man did not speak. His fingers traced her elegantly curved neck, carrying scorching heat as they wandered on her skin, slowly sliding down.

Wherever they touched, they ignited an unbearable flame.

Eighteen Layers of Hell took its effect, and An Xin suddenly craved the man before her intensely. She looked at him with blurred eyes, unable even to see his features clearly.

His breath, so close at hand, made it impossible for her to resist. She wanted to get closer, even closer.

nearly made

atop the coffee table, her arms snaked around his neck like that of a serpent, her body pressed tightly against him, rubbing against

Chen... I feel so

Yuchen lowered his head to bite her ear, and her mind

grip of such desire. His actions were like adding fuel to

Chen... Chen..." An Xin kept calling his name, her kisses frantic on his face, her hands wildly caressing his

I really like you...

lifting her head. There was not a hint of passion in his eyes, only a cold detachment, "Baby, I’m only interested in virgins. Are

her reason, An

suddenly picked her up and

at her with a hook of his lips: "I’m going to take a shower. Wait

go," An Xin grabbed his hand, pleading in a

to die, she couldn’t wait, not even for a

good, it’ll be quick. I’ll be right back. If you’re not obedient,

and could only hug the blanket

minutes, or perhaps a few seconds, when a strong body covered hers, and the man