She should remain obedient; it's best if she doesn't resist him, otherwise, he would feel uncomfortable.
"Prince, it's done," Ling Rong looked up, her small face smiling brightly at him.
Yun Shangshu's heart stirred, and his large hand had already grabbed her slender arm, pulling her into his embrace.
His arms encircled her waist, and his lips found hers with precision.
Ling Rong made a couple of muffled sounds, then fell silent. She wrapped her arms passionately around his neck, trying to cautiously respond to him.
Yun Shangshu let out a low growl of pleasure from his throat, holding her, pressing her onto the bed.
The thin clothes were quickly torn away by him, and when her skin came into contact with the cold air, Ling Rong finally reacted.
They were in a temple now.
The Buddhist Holy Land, how could they do such things.
"Prince... no... we can't..." She found a gap and pushed against him, speaking urgently.
Yun Shangshu frowned in displeasure, ignoring her words.
