The Billionaire's Priceless Darling: 33 Days of the CEO's Pursuit - Chapter 13 - How to Beg a Man 1

Gu Xiaoai was seething with anger, biting her teeth in frustration, yet she dared not provoke him further.

Her clothes loosened, revealing a white tank top that tightly covered her protruding chest.

Li Juefeng squinted his eyes mischievously, a teasing smile playing at the corners of his mouth, “Dressed in so many layers? So well-prepared, I would be remiss not to do something.”

With those words, Li Juefeng lowered his head and accurately captured her lips.

His lips were scorching hot, sending shivers down Gu Xiaoai’s spine, a paralyzing current tingling through her body. Pleased with her reaction, Li Juefeng mercifully softened the kiss, his lips and tongue teasingly pressing against hers.

A warm hand caressed her body, gently tugging the tank top down, revealing the scenery upheld by her bra.

Wasn’t this man the one who said he wouldn’t touch her as long as she stayed still?!

Cold sweat dripped from her forehead as his hand wandered over her body. Gu Xiaoai panicked, turning her head away from his lips, “Let go of me! Scoundrel! You said as long as I don’t curse at you…”

“Did I say I would let you go if you didn’t curse at me?” Li Juefeng interrupted her, his voice shamelessly sinister.

How could she be so naive?

A child coddled by her family simply doesn’t understand the nature of men.

Then let him kindly help her grow up…

Li Juefeng’s gaze darkened as he stared at her face, now pale with urgency. One hand forcefully held her head still as his teeth pried her mouth open and his clever tongue darted in, sucking repeatedly.

Sweet.

It must be said, sometimes plain congee with side dishes is more appetizing than lavish meals.

And Gu Xiaoai, in his eyes, was more than just a side dish.

A Young Lady who once regarded him as mere roadside weeds, a wealthy Young Lady who wouldn’t even deign to look at him properly, proud as a peacock-how could she be just plain congee with side dishes?

She didn’t even remember him, yet he vividly remembered how she taught him the differences between the rich and the poor, the upper class and the lower class…

Hatred surged within him.

Leaving her lips, Gu Xiaoai was left weakly gasping, her lips swollen and glossily lascivious.

Her gaze wandered, clearly disoriented from his kiss.

“Does it feel something even when it’s rape?” Li Juefeng disdainfully looked at her, turning her around.