"If that person is you, you also forced yourself on me at the beach four years later. We're equal now."
Mu Sihan chuckled. His scorching hot tongue curled around Nan Zhi's earlobe again as he sucked and licked the insides of her ear.
Nan Zhi's mind immediately blanked out.
Suddenly, there was a loud tear in the silent room.
Without warning, he tore a large hole in her white blouse.
"Mu Sihan, you asshole! Who said that you could tear apart my clothes?"
His large palm moved across her flat abdomen and grabbed her thin waist. He was half-smiling, "How do we do it if I don't tear your clothes?"
"Who wants to do it with you?! Go away!"
He ignored her, seemingly not wanting to hear her speak again as he leaned down and pressed his lips firmly against her scarlet lips. To him, her lips were more addictive than drugs, he couldn't get enough of her.
