Sure, here's the translation:
In a daze, her knees were parted.
He pushed himself in.
The band of her dress loosened, rough hands pressed against her delicate waist and abdomen, Xie Wanqing stiffened all over.
She woke up from her stupor, clutched her collar, and tried to retreat hurriedly, but her waist was gripped tightly, leaving her no room to escape.
"No!" She held his upward hand, anxiously saying, "You promised..."
Lu Ziyuan paused his actions, his eyes red as he looked down at her, "What did I promise?"
Xie Wanqing turned her face away, but he grasped her chin, turning it back.
He lowered his head, pressed his forehead against hers, and his lips brushed against hers as he spoke each word distinctly, "Talk to me properly, don't anger me by ignoring me."
Xie Wanqing let out a frustrated laugh, "What do you want to hear?"
