Li Sicheng did not have a sense of crisis at all. He chuckled and whispered, "Come on, kick my ass."
Su Qianci threw a punch at him, but in the blink of an eye her hand was caught by him. He twisted her arm and pinned her against the cabinet. Li Sicheng sniffed her neck, reached out, found a layer of concealer, and couldn't help but chuckle.
Su Qianci's face was redder, pushing him hard and trying to kick him, complaining, "Stop laughing! It's all because of you!"
His dark eyes became deeper. Li Sicheng held her face and kissed her deeply. With his knee pressed between her legs, he held her tight with his other hand, unwilling to let go. She looked a little scared, reached out and pushed him, shaking her head in resistance.
Li Sicheng smiled and finally bit on her lips. "Change now."
