"Get your hands off—release me!"
She struggled violently against the man.
"Ahhh—"
The fierce assault had left her crying out in alarm.
The horrified woman detected a familiar scent right then.
Knowing from whom this familiar enchanting scent belonged, she was astonished.
Mu Yazhe?
She turned her head back, but before she could look up, the man dipped his head and sealed her lips.
His tongue entered her mouth cavity to claim it.
With his lips on hers and their breaths intertwined, the man let out a soft moan.
Her eyes widened.
She could see his handsome face clearly in the faint moonlight which shone through the windows.
His eyes, filled with wrath, were cast on her face.
It was just that his gaze seemed somewhat sharp.
Why was it him?!
Her initial surprise turned to gloom when she belatedly detected the sharp anger in his eyes.
He seemed… to be angry?
